"If we have really met before, does it mean that I have entered the world of descent when I was fifteen?" Xiao Lan said.
The teenager in school uniform lowered his head in thought, the sunlight outside the window coated his outline with a soft halo, like an oil painting drawn with delicate brushstrokes after being specially conceived by the painter.
He turned his head and looked at Luo again: "But then I have been living in the real world. What happened after that? How did I get back, and why were you sealed in an envelope?"
Luo looked at the boy in front of him. The boy's eyes were clean and clear, just as he remembered.
The difference from the memory is that his eyes are less ignorant and panic, and he has more firmness and indifference that has been polished by the years, which makes him look so different.
However, this was Luo's most familiar look.
The smile at the corner of Luo's mouth did not change: "I also want to know, maybe I won't know until my memory recovers more."
In the memory that belonged to Luo, he spent most of the time just sitting there reading a book leisurely, and the only thing related to Xiao Lan was the last short meeting.
Luo had an intuition that this meeting might be a shock to him, changing some very crucial things.
He was really curious about what happened afterwards.
Because both of them still had classes afterwards, they didn't talk for long and left separately.
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Nothing special happened during the daytime classes, as if it was really a peaceful and tranquil college here.
It's dinner time.
The ones placed on the plate are:
Tomato stew yesterday’s bread (the bread looks exactly the same as yesterday’s hard enough to make a sound).
Chili biscuit soup.
Risotto with watermelon and bacon.
It seems that today’s theme is red.
When the students saw the meal, they almost sighed unanimously, and then ate these weird dishes that were written and read as murder weapons for dinner.
Even the players who are used to seeing strong winds and waves can't help but have a bitter face. Why is it normal that there are not many foods provided in the dungeon that has descended on the world
Is it to urge players to clear the level as soon as possible
To be reasonable, who would miss this kind of place that doesn't know when he will burp!
Only Xiao Lan can eat satisfactorily without any psychological obstacles.
The students around looked more admired.
If he is really a student here, it is estimated that within a semester he will become a new generation of legend in the college—
The man who didn't change his face in the face of the cafeteria.
Xiao Lan just finished dinner.
Mrs. Weld, the principal, suddenly stood up and announced to the students: "Children, a classmate has passed away unfortunately. Tonight we are going to hold a funeral for him. Please follow your prefects to the auditorium. Give him my last blessing."
Xiao Lan is a little strange, shouldn't students contact their parents if something goes wrong? Why would the college directly hold a funeral for him
And looking at the reactions of the classmates around him, no one expressed doubts about it. It seemed that this was an unusual thing for them.
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Xiao Lan followed the students to the auditorium.
Before entering the auditorium, everyone received a candle, which was used in prayer for the dead classmates at the funeral.
The auditorium is still in the Gothic style of the college, with a high dome and painted glass on all sides. The auditorium is decorated with candles. The candlelight is not bright, but the warm yellow candlelight brings a little warmth to this cold building. .
Xiao Lan looked at this auditorium.
The auditorium looked a bit like a church, but the idol in the center was not any one he had seen before. It was a woman with two snake tails. She was looking down at the students below with a pity expression, but because of the snake tail. It makes her look a little weird.
There was a coffin in the middle of the auditorium, with a figure lying inside and flowers all around. Because of the long distance, Xiao Lan couldn't see the appearance of the people in the coffin for the time being.
Mrs. Weld, the principal, held a candle and walked up the steps. She mourned the dead student in a painful tone. As she spoke, she had tears in her eyes and choked up several times. There was really no trace of falsehood.
At this time, Xiao Lan saw the Xili trio who had given him gossip about the popular science campus in the crowd.
The trio was just not far from him, Xiao Lan quietly stepped forward and got close to them.
"Hello." Xiao Lan greeted them softly.
The three of them also quietly responded to him.
Seeing that the principal on the stage did not notice this, Xiao Lan asked in a low voice, "Why is the funeral of the classmate held by the college? What about his family?"
Xili's expression was a bit complicated. She lowered her voice and said, "I don't know what excuse your family used to send you here. But except for a few who are disabled, most of the people who come here are not affected. The illegitimate children that the family is looking forward to, the children left by the ex-wife, and the orphans who were rejected by relatives after their parents died."
"Once we were thrown in, they would basically ignore us. Even if we died, those people would not care at all. There have been students who died unexpectedly before, but the parents were unwilling to come and claim the body."
"Later slowly, as long as there are students who die, the college will directly hold a funeral for them."
Does the so-called "special child" here are special in such a place
They are a group of children who are not cared about and loved by no one.
Xili's voice was a little low: "If it weren't for the principal, maybe no one in the world would care about us anymore."
Dave also said: "Fortunately there is Mrs. Weld..."
Saburo who had been silent also nodded.
When Xiao Lan heard this, her mood became even more complicated.
For these children, Mrs. Weld is gentle and beautiful, and treats the students patiently, just like their saviour.
But the human oils found in the manual class show that things are not as beautiful as they thought.
A group of children who were basically abandoned by their families, children who no one cares about even if they die, still have complete trust and longing for the principal. It is really too easy to do something with them.
"Yes, thanks to Mrs. Weld." Xiao Lan echoed, and then changed the subject: "When did the college start the funeral?"
Xili recalled: "I heard that the first funeral was held for Mrs. Weld's daughter. Later, she couldn't bear to let the students die without a funeral, so she held it for the students."
"But since when I started, I don't know." Xili turned to ask her little friend, "Do you know?"
Dave and Saburo both shook their heads to express that they were unclear.
Xiao Lan noticed the word "daughter" and asked, "Do you know what Mrs. Weld's daughter is called?"
The teenagers also don't know.
At this time, the principal’s eulogy was finished. The next step was that everyone stepped forward to bid farewell to the dead classmates, and left candles in front of each other’s coffin to express their thoughts.
After that, the body will stay in the auditorium for one night until it is buried tomorrow.
Xiao Lan also followed the crowd slowly and gradually approached the position of the coffin.
He looked into the coffin while he was near to pray.
The candlelight was still too dim. Xiao Lan could barely see the appearance of the person in the coffin. The person was wearing a school uniform, lying quietly with his eyes closed, his hands on his chest, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him.
But as the light and shadow flickered, he seemed to see the corpse's skin reflecting light.
That doesn't seem to be the luster of human skin.
Before he could take a closer look, the classmates behind had already stepped forward, and he needed to make way for others. Xiao Lan glanced at the corpse in the coffin, anyway, there was still one night, so he decided to find a chance to come and have a look at it at night.
After the funeral, the sky was completely dark.
A reddish moon is hanging in the dark night sky, and the sprinkled moonlight is also a faint red, which makes this night look dangerous.
The students returned to the dormitory under the arrangement of the prefect.
Xiao Lan was also walking in the direction of the bedroom.
There was a boy in school uniform walking towards him. That boy had an extra badge on his chest compared to ordinary students. According to the regulations of the academy, this was the sign of the prefect.
The prefect came to Xiao Lan: "Excuse me, are you classmate Xiao Lan?"
Xiao Lan: "Yes, is there anything wrong?"
"That's the case. There is a tradition at Cliff College that is a night watch system. Every night, every grade will arrange a night patrol." The prefect also seems to be a little confused. "Although you are a new student, according to the arrangement, today It's your turn to watch the night."
"Wait later, you can go directly to the night watchman, he will tell you the precautions for the night watch."
Sure enough, the game will not allow players to simply experience a relaxed and happy campus life.
The night of the red moon plus the night system is probably a danger arranged for them.
It happened that Xiao Lan also needed to leave the dormitory at night, and now that he had a legitimate excuse, he nodded and agreed.
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Follow the instructions given by the prefect to the night watchman's residence.
The night watchman glanced at Xiao Lan, with no expression on his face. He put a kerosene lamp into Xiao Lan's hand: "You can go patrolling the night wherever you want, but I advise you not to go to the forest outside the academy."
He paused, an expectant smile appeared on his face: "Unless... you don't want to come back."
For the adolescent children with great curiosity, the more they are not allowed to go, the more attractive they are. It is also obvious that he is looking forward to Xiao Lan's going into the forest.
Xiao Lan ignored him, no matter whether the other party was good intentions or malicious, if the clues really pointed to the forest, no matter whether it was dangerous or not, he would still have to go to clear the customs.
The door of the night watchman's residence was closed behind him, and Xiao Lan raised the kerosene lamp and walked into the night under the red moon.
The night of the red moon was exceptionally quiet.
The moonlight is not bright, and there are no electric lights in the Crieff College. The light from the kerosene lamp can only illuminate an area around Xiao Lan.
This light is not so much for students to illuminate, as it is for pointing out the direction of things that come and go at night.
To be on the safe side, Xiao Lan temporarily extinguished the kerosene lamp. If he needs lighting, he still has a [Nuclear Flashlight] in his hand, which is more convenient than this thing.
Xiao Lan walked in the direction of the auditorium.
The funeral has been over for a short time now, and the people who packed the things should have almost packed, just to go over and see what is strange about the corpse that I saw before.
In the darkness, Xiao Lan tried to hide her figure with the help of buildings, and kept moving forward in a quiet state.
Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.
Because the smell of blood came not far from the auditorium.
Accompanied by the smell of blood came the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, and the sound of some kind of sharp blade cutting flesh.
Xiao Lan relaxed his breath and hid in the corner, while quietly looking for an angle to observe the direction of the sound.
What appeared in the field of vision was a long blood-colored dress. The gorgeous dress outlined the graceful figure of a woman. Her head was covered with a piece of black gauze, covering her from the bun to the back completely. face.
It is the rumored Mrs. Hongyue.
There was still a figure in black lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of crimson blood. The person was motionless and looked like he was probably dead.
Mrs. Hongyue is facing Xiao Lan with her back at the moment, holding a fan in her hand, which looks like the most commonly used by ladies, but when the folding fan is opened, it reflects the cold light in the moonlight, looking sharp and sharp. .
Following her movement of waving the fan, the corpse on the ground was cut, and the cutting sound Xiao Lan heard before came from this.
Not long after, Mrs. Hongyue had already taken off the skin of the corpse, as in the rumors.
In the next instant, Madame Hongyue's head deflected, as if she was checking whether anyone was around.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Lan completely held her breath and motionless, as if she was only part of the shadow.
After checking the surroundings, Mrs. Hongyue retracted her gaze. She picked up the skin she had placed next to her. She was gone almost instantly, leaving only a blood-red afterimage, and the clatter of high-heeled shoes echoed clearly in the dark night.
What a fast speed.
Xiao Lan couldn't help frowning, even at this speed, even his original body wouldn't be faster than the opponent, and now that he was forced to shrink to fifteen, both his endurance and explosive power had declined.
Once chased by Mrs. Hongyue, it may be difficult to get rid of it.
Suddenly miss the [sparks with lightning all the way] what is going on
No, no, forget it.
Xiao Lan stopped her terrible thoughts in time. If she used [Sparks Bring Lightning All the Way], it was not certain whether she could run past Mrs. Red Moon, but he would surely become famous overnight and become a new rumor in the academy—
Red Moon Flasher.