"Would you like to go in and have a look?"
Chen Ge held the tool hammer, feeling like a cat scratching in his heart, and wanted to smash the door open to see what was written on the paper.
"There is a post on the campus post that said that five students had entered Muyang Middle School to test their courage. They played the pen fairy game in the last classroom. Could the paper and pens on the table be left by them?"
Chen Ge thought about it for a while and thought it was unlikely. According to the description in the post, the five students found two more people at the end of the game. They were so frightened that they almost collapsed and left the classroom in a hurry. In the process, they will definitely meet Tables and chairs in the classroom. But at this time, the tables and chairs in the classroom were neatly arranged, and it didn't look like anyone had been in or out at all.
"Of course, it is not excluded that after they left, the desks and chairs were rearranged, or all five of them have been replaced, and five ghosts came out of the classroom."
Thinking of this, Chen Ge put down the tool hammer. He felt that it would be safer to leave this classroom until the end.
Leaving the teaching building, Chen Ge came to the door of the dormitory building.
It was a dilapidated two-story building with few rooms. It took him a long time to turn around before he found a painted iron sign in the corridor. The handwriting on it was vague, to the effect that there were girls living on the second floor, and boys stopped.
"This school is really poor."
After taking off the raincoat and hat, Chen Ge wiped the water that had seeped into his collar, and was about to walk in, when the phone vibrated and someone called.
He glanced at the caller ID, and answered the call: "Heshan?"
"Boss, I gave your phone number to my senior. She said that she will contact you when her father comes home."
"Okay, is there anything else?"
"It's not a big deal. That Qin Guang has already started the broadcast. Are you sure you don't want to watch it? The actor he hired pretended to be a murderer next door. He imitated you at the beginning, and even the reasoning was the same as yours. I'm too lazy to complain. ."
"Let him broadcast it. I'll start it in a while. Remember to come and join us."
"Fuck! You're about to start broadcasting!" Heshan raised his voice, looking very excited.
Chen Ge also feels that it is a very happy thing that the audience is so looking forward to it: "It has not been broadcast for a long time, this time I am going to play an exciting game."
There was no sound from the phone, and it took a few seconds to hear footsteps. Heshan seemed to be running around the dormitory wearing slippers, slapping the bedboards one by one: "Everyone got up to watch the live broadcast! Today is a life-and-death situation again!"
Heshan was very enthusiastic, but Chen Ge on the phone always felt weird listening to him.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Ge clicked on the short video software. Qin Guang's live broadcast of the haunted house was posted on the front page of the homepage. He went in and watched for a while. Look for clues.
Not to mention anything else, the other party will crush Chen Ge just because of the quality of the live broadcast, and they have indeed made very thorough preparations.
"The popularity is 680,000. If this is to promote my horror house, then the next day tourists are not allowed to crowd the gate of the park?"
Live broadcasts and short videos are Chen Ge's only means of publicity now. Qin Guang's live broadcast of the head image also pointed out a way for Chen Ge. As long as he can grow bigger, maybe one day the platform will use all its resources and channels to do its best. hold him.
"Don't worry, take your time, set a small goal for yourself first, and let's live through tonight."
Chen Ge quit Qin Guang's live broadcast room and started his own live broadcast. He was in the wilderness, the signal was extremely poor, the live broadcast screen was blurred, and sometimes the barrage would get stuck, and there was no response for a long time.
"Although the quality of my live broadcast is poor, my live broadcast has content. Compared with Qin Guang, each has its own merits..."
The barrage was invisible, and Chen Ge couldn't communicate with Shuiyou. He held up his mobile phone and briefly introduced Muyang Middle School, and then stopped paying attention to the live broadcast.
After walking around the first floor of the dormitory for a long time without any gain, Chen Ge came to the second floor with a tool hammer.
"The girls' dormitory looks the same as the boys' dormitory, doesn't it?"
There were textbooks and garbage piled up in the room. When the school was closed, many things in the dormitory building were not cleaned up.
Chen Ge turned on his flashlight and checked patiently. When he passed the fourth bedroom on the second floor, he suddenly found that there were four chairs side by side in the middle of the bedroom, and there were some sheets of white paper and a ballpoint pen on the chairs.
"The paper and pen are both new and out of tune with other things in the dormitory. They should have been put in later."
This is the second time Chen Ge has seen a brand new pen and paper. He always feels that there is something wrong with these two things.
The rusty lock was just a decoration, Chen Ge smashed it a few times, and the bedroom door opened.
A musty smell hit his face, he covered his mouth and nose, walked to the front of the chair, and looked at the flat white paper.
There are four blank sheets of paper, and the first blank sheet reads - "When am I going to die?"
On the second blank sheet of paper was written - "How will I die?"
The third piece of white paper reads - "Who will be next to die?"
The fourth piece of white paper is blank and nothing.
"A pen fairy game?"
Chen Ge rummaged through the house to see if he could find any leftover information. Unfortunately, the time interval was too long, and many things were already incomplete.
The search was fruitless, and Chen Ge set his eyes on the white paper in the middle of the room again: "The pen fairy should be frightening himself, try it and it shouldn't make a big mistake."
Because of breathing, heartbeat, blood flow and other reasons, the human body is shaking gently anytime and anywhere. People without professional training will definitely move involuntarily when their arms remain in the same position for a long time in the air. This is an instinctive reaction of the body and has nothing to do with the pen fairy.
Chen Ge fixed the mobile phone that was being broadcast on the bed to ensure that the camera could capture himself and the four chairs side by side.
"The completion of all four side missions of Muyang Middle School is considered to be 100% completion of the trial mission. Let's start with this first."
He turned around and closed the dormitory door. He stood alone in the room. After struggling for three or four minutes, he sat on the ground and grabbed the ballpoint pen.
Telling himself not to panic, Chen Ge put the puppet on his chest, then held the pen in his right hand and the tool hammer in his left hand, and started to try the pen fairy game.
He recalled the game process of the students in the post bar. He raised his arm slightly, held the pen vertically, touched the white paper with the tip of the pen, closed his eyes, and began to chant: "Pixian Penxian, you are my previous life, I am your life, if you want to come, draw a circle on the paper."
After reading, Chen Ge tried his best to calm himself down, his hand hovered over the paper, and his body remained motionless.
The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and some kind of change has begun to appear on the campus shrouded in darkness.
The musty smell in the dormitory weakened, and the cold wind from out of nowhere blew the white paper on the chair. It didn't take long for Chen Ge to open his eyes suddenly. He felt someone grab his hand just now.
Without resisting, Chen Ge's eyes were fixed on his right hand, and his left hand clenched the hammer, ready to swing it at all times.