As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Heng looked at Sur: "Are you peeling off the skin, or selling the meat by the pound?"
Zhang Yi's eyes widened, surprised that the other party actually heard the subtext in the words. Sure enough, the boss is the boss.
Faced with questioning, Sur either looked at the sky or the ground, but he refused to look at each other anyway, and finally said, "The former."
Ji Heng didn't pursue it for the time being, and waited until the little girl disappeared out of thin air and no longer followed like a tail, "It's right to be cruel to yourself in the game, but you have to be safe."
Seeing Suer pondering, he added another sentence: "The host's cleverness and stupidity are sometimes easy to distinguish, but there are also many moody moments."
Once they use human nature to scrutinize their possible behavioral psychology, sooner or later, they will suffer.
Recalling the past, Sur realized that he was a little aggressive, and nodded to indicate that he would pay attention next time.
The two entered the dormitory on the front foot, and Zhang Yi also squeezed in on the back foot, and also took the initiative to close the door, as if to join the discussion.
Seeing this scene, Sur suddenly felt that it was a good thing to be cheeky in the dungeon. People who had crossed paths like this did not violate the bottom line in doing things, so it was really hard to drive them away.
Zhang Yi tried to divert the strange gaze that fell on him, and took the initiative to say: "If you have enough time, why not sort out the information we got in the factory?"
Sur retracted his gaze, and his expression became serious: "Unfortunately, the factory director's child was killed by the students who came out of the reformation camp. The couple probably wanted to vent their anger by counter-killing."
"Murder targets are selective," Ji Heng added: "Two of the three students who died received a grade A rating."
Zhang Yi turned his head in surprise: "Why don't I know?"
Ji Heng didn't answer.
Zhang Yi racked his brains and suddenly remembered that Ji Heng had left twice when he was operating the machine, delivering water to a few girls on the opposite side, looking at the image of a warm man, and co-authoring it was a cliché!
Comparing with the appearance of Suer who didn't find it strange at all, he couldn't help but sighed that he knew the face but not the heart.
Ignoring his complicated gaze, Sur recalled the unwillingness in the eyes of the factory director's wife when she left, and rubbed her eyebrows: "The danger outside the school comes from the factory, and most of us will be selected for internship tomorrow, but we don't know the source of the danger inside the school. where."
Thoughtfully, Zhang Yi took out the badge he dug up in the woods from his trouser pocket: "In this case, I'll go and find out about the dead player first."
Sur nodded.
Almost walking to the entrance of the corridor, Zhang Yi suddenly turned back and said, "If you analyze any key information..."
Su Er sat up straight and pointed to the chicken and dog on Ji Heng's breastplate: "This is my guarantee!"
Zhang Yi finally left with confidence.
"Guaranteed?" Ji Heng's voice rose a little, and he could hear some teasing inexplicably.
Sitting in the same place for a few seconds, Sur met a pair of deep eyes, and took out the key with a smirk: "I found it from the security guard, do you want to go around together?"
Security guards are responsible for patrolling at night, and the reform camp is very strict at night, and there are a lot of keys alone. Because the shape is similar, all the labels are attached, including even those of the comprehensive building.
Looking at each other, the two of them tacitly chose where they were going to be in the principal's office.
Ji Heng looked out the window: "Wait until the sky gets darker."
"it is good."
While speaking, Sur fished out an electric baton from under the bed: "This is also for security, you take self-defense."
Ji Heng: "Leave it first, it's a little conspicuous to carry it directly."
Sur: "It can be hidden in clothes."
"… "
·
The air-conditioning in the complex building was quite enough. With the stamped form given by the dormitory in his hand, Suer entered generously. Even if he was stopped, he could shirk and say that he was handing things to the Academic Affairs Office.
The reality is easier than imagined, and there are almost no obstacles along the way.
Sur couldn't help asking, "Is this the case when you entered the archives?"
Ji Heng nodded: "The game will provide players with vitality under relatively reasonable logic."
Sur pondered for a while: "It's like the infighting in the reform camp is serious, and it has to be responsible for the destruction of students, so you are uneasy about monitoring?"
Thinking about it this way, a copy is sometimes quite kind.
Ji Heng laughed: "Don't forget, it is because there is no monitoring that the cleaners are easily killed and turned into ghosts."
To put it bluntly, ghosts are still used to deal with players.
During the conversation, the two were already standing outside the principal's room.
Sur put the key in, twisted his front and stood against the wall, with only one arm exposed.
Bold and overly cautious is a true portrayal of him.
With a click, the door opened.
With a careful push, to make sure that there were no hidden weapons or dirty things, Sur leaned out half of his body and waved behind him, signaling to come in quickly.
A dangerous and serious exploration operation, he just made him laugh or cry. Ji Heng shook his head. After entering, he first looked at the stack of documents on the desk, while Sur folded his arms and stared at the locked drawer, hesitating whether to violently dismantle it.
"No need." Ji Heng said suddenly.
When Su Er heard the sound, he leaned over and saw that he was holding a form in his hand. The words Si Qin Mingjiao at the top were very conspicuous.
The column of remarks reads: The student has been fully affirmed and has received a top-four evaluation. Please approve and release. It is the principal who has not yet retired who is in charge of the approval. The comments column indicates agreement, and the date is just one month away from today.
Ji Heng suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth and pointed to the lower right corner: "So it is."
Sur took a closer look and found that there were actually two lines of dates, one for the approval date and the other for the release date, with a day in between.
"That means if we gather the top four today, will we have to survive the night?"
Ji Heng nodded.
Sur frowned, even if the girl who took the initiative to talk to him before heard that he might get a grade A evaluation, the favor in his eyes immediately turned into hatred, and he couldn't help but have a worst guess: "Will it be the last night, staged? A battle royale project?"
Ji Heng: "There are only five places in total. It's impossible for students to watch opportunities pass by. The reform camp should acquiesce to their actions."
The ancients were fond of fighting cocks, dogs and crickets, and this fight between trapped beasts may be equally interesting in the eyes of some people.
Sur couldn't help saying: "A completely perverted gameplay."
"It won't be a dead end, there are students who have successfully left over the years," Ji Heng put the form back in place: "It's a way to kill each other at the end of the year, but unfortunately we have limited time."
There are only seven days in total, which means they may face the evil thoughts of a student in a reform camp alone.
Sur's eyes sank: "If there is no death warning from the last batch of players, we will inevitably suffer."
Ji Heng glanced at the clock on the wall: "Danger is always relative. Don't forget that the cleaners were still alive when they came to this copy."
Means that group of players do not have to face ghosts.
Sur didn't speak, and thought that although the cleaners became ghosts, they really didn't play a role.
·
There is another who holds the same opinion.
top floor.
The little girl flicked the lantern, and the ground shook slightly. Because she was irritable, she seemed particularly arrogant when she spoke: "I have no achievements at all. What's the use of me trying to save you?"
The cleaner narrowly avoided and looked at the lantern in the other's hand in fear. Soon he cried and felt extremely aggrieved: "I just want to act, this is not the first night I was killed, the second night I haven't recovered, and yesterday..."
The girl interrupted coldly and issued an ultimatum: "If you do this again tonight, I'll turn you into mashed meat again."
Faced with such a sinister look, the cleaner knew she was definitely not joking.
When midnight came, everything was silent.
Sur slept very early today and was immersed in sleep when he was woken up with a low voice: "There is a guest coming."
Sur opened his eyes and looked in the direction Ji Heng was looking at. The cleaner was climbing on the ceiling like a spider, his head turned 180 degrees, and he was looking at them.
"Routine." The cleaner's tone revealed a despair: "There are some things I have to do."
This is her job!
Sur didn't plan to make things too stiff. At first, he was trying to keep the resurrection point. If he really wanted to fight alone and the ghost was alert, he actually couldn't take advantage.
Sighed and made a gesture of invitation: "Start your performance."
The cleaner tried to raise a weird and terrifying smile: "Who killed me? Is it a dormer who has two boats, a mischievous student, or a colleague who is bewitched by interests... If a stupid child chooses the wrong one, he must come accompany me."
Sur was expressionless: "Colleague."
Cleaning staff: "… Excuse me."
Then go to the next bedroom.
Sur looked at Ji Heng who was opposite: "Is this the condition for her to kill?"
Ji Heng: "Probably."
Sur's mouth twitched slightly: "Then she's miserable."
After that, put on the quilt and go back to sleep.
If it wasn't for the analysis of Surnaton during the day, the cleaners might not be able to gain anything, but now, every player who saw her gradually became stunned in panic, and finally gave a standard answer calmly.
The cleaners visited one by one in desperation, and when they came to Chen Lingfeng, things finally turned around.
Because he was knocked unconscious in the archives, he perfectly missed the discussion between the players later.
The people who lived with him knew the answer, and held back when he was about to blurt out... If Chen Lingfeng died, there would be one less person to compete for the final five spots.
Facing the hesitant players, the gray eyes of the cleaners seem to have brilliance, and the others are open-book exams, but there are closed-book exams? !
Hope is coming!
The roommate took advantage of Chen Lingfeng's panic and thought, and mouthed the answer to the cleaner. The cleaner was very satisfied with this kind of behavior, and rushed to Chen Lingfeng: "Quick selection!"
This tension, the remaining reason also faded a little.
Chen Lingfeng was sweating with anxiety: "Why ask me first?"
Isn't there another person in this bedroom
Yu Guang suddenly caught sight of his roommate's composure and realized what he had to ask for help: "Tell me the answer, I can give you..."
The last syllable got stuck in his throat, and Chen Lingfeng felt a cold liquid running down his temples.
"It's timed out," the cleaner smiled happily: "I can't answer such a simple question, it seems that you don't need a brain."
Chen Lingfeng's head was completely punctured by the force of his subordinates.
Before leaving, the cleaner took off his head for a souvenir, and smiled at his shivering roommate.
After several minutes, the man climbed down the ladder with some prostration and opened the window for ventilation. Until the smell of blood was completely blown away by the night wind, he barely felt better.
It was a consensus among the players to get up early, and Chen Lingfeng's death was quickly informed by his roommates.
As for the cause of death, everyone tacitly agreed and chose to remain silent.
They all downloaded the dungeon together. Now that a player has died, the sadness of the rabbit and the fox is inevitably mixed with some secret joy. Some people even spurned themselves and thought: If only a few more deaths could be killed last night, then there is no need to worry about the quota.
The desire to survive and humanity are intertwined, and they both avoid eye contact with each other.
In the heavy atmosphere, a different voice sounded—
"I killed it, I killed it..."
The cleaner was carrying a plastic bag, and from the protruding shape, there was no doubt that it contained a human head. Passing by the player, she didn't mean to be scary at all, instead she was happy like a child: "Haha! I finally have a performance! I don't have to be beaten into a pulp!"
"… "
Seeing Chen Lingfeng's roommate, he smiled even more and suddenly extended his hand. The roommate was stunned, and tentatively raised his hand stiffly.
Snapped.
The cleaner took the initiative to give him a high-five: "Auntie wants to thank you."
After talking, he danced and laughed all the way, and took the head upstairs to make a specimen.
"… "
After she left, there was silence.
Su Er walked to Ji Heng and tilted his head slightly: "Is this the legendary silver bell-like laughter?"
To be so happy as a ghost to kill a person is too unpromising!
Ji Heng's mouth lifted slightly: "Who do you think this is because of?"
Sur looked up at the ceiling and touched his nose for a while: "Who knows?"