After a while, a third crumpled piece of paper was also opened: "'Just wait, we will find you soon. When the time comes, don't expect to escape by deceiving us.' "
"Then the fourth picture..." Du Zijun smoothed it out without any scruples, "'Dad, Mom, I really want to go home.'"
Scrawled handwriting, morbid content, and a nostalgic tone at the end... He Qin put the four blood-stained pieces of paper together and said, "They were not written by the same person, but the handwriting of four different people."
Du Zijun rummaged through the pile of filth again and said, "There is nothing left. Can we burn these?"
"Burn it." He Qin pulled off the disposable gloves and threw them inside. Du Zijun grabbed the four corners of the newspaper, packed it up and stuffed it into the trash can on the ground. Scarborough Market instantly emerged from the purple magic circle. He installed the silencer neatly, then kicked it out, raised his hand and fired a shot in the air. The trash can in the other world suddenly burst into flames, with crackling purple-red flames.
Xie Yuanyuan was very puzzled: "No, sister, since you have a silencer, why didn't you use it last night? You still want to make such a big noise."
"What do you know?" Du Zijun glanced at him and said, "The sound of gunshots is the romance of battle. Only assassinations require things like silencers."
"Okay!" Wen Zheliu straightened up, "Now that the letters have been matched, the next step is the translation!"
He Qin took it and took a look at it and corrected a few mistakes for him: "Hmm... It's a bit interesting."
"What's wrong? Is there a bunch of fancy words of praise above?" Xie Yuanyuan squinted his eyes and guessed.
He Qin shook his head: "Although it's not complete... But it can be seen that this time, what is written above is the specific operation method of the sacrifice."
He took a pen and scratched a line on the paper: "The blood of the twenty-four sons of men; an executor; a vessel willing to give up his body and let 'me' stay. When these conditions are met, at any time of night , you can call out... 'I' who is Ceresa's most loyal believer."
He Qin's eyes were fixed on the incomplete part of Wen Zheliu's copy, and he read softly: "Anyone who escapes from his punishment will be returned to him a thousand times in the future; anyone who does not have the courage to sacrifice will be punished at the right time." Burning with burning fire; whoever rebels against his companions, as Judas rebelled against the Son of the Holy Spirit, will suffer destruction on the night of judgment..."
"A curse?" Wen Zheliu asked. He was looking at the four pieces of paper with different handwriting. "And these four pieces of paper are more like suicide notes than essays."
He Qin put down the translation lightly, his dark eyebrows slightly raised.
"The game has entered its fourth night. If nothing else happens, this should be the last game." He said, "But the main thread of this world... doesn't seem to be connected at all."
Xie Yuanyuan nodded: "The four dead teachers and students, according to the progress of one game per person, tonight's four-corner game that requires everyone to participate should be the last one, but we are still confused about the plot of the game. Light. We know that there is a boss who is a believer buried under the school. The game we are playing now seems to be a ritual to awaken it. Twelve other people were killed many years ago...what else?"
Wen Zheliu was also a little troubled: "There are also eight teachers and students who escaped from last year's ceremony and are still missing. These four pieces of paper-"
His fingertips touched the wrinkled paper, and with a little force of his wrist, he rotated it 180 degrees on the smooth tabletop: "-It seems to have been written by someone who died in the supernatural game at that time."
"Betrayal?" Du Zijun said thoughtfully, "Why do you say that?"
He Qin said: "Based on the context, it seems that the eight people who escaped were able to escape by pushing these four people out to die."
"Oh," Xie Yuanyuan said, "That's why I said I won't let you go. But where are the eight people who escaped last year?"
Du Zijun was absentmindedly wiping Scarborough Market. At this time, the trash can had been silently burned into a pile of ashes, "Who knows, everyone with any brains should have transferred to another school, who will stay here longer. "
A thought flashed through Wen Zheliu's mind very quickly and vaguely, like a dragonfly touching water, and passed like lightning. His brows furrowed worriedly for a moment, and then relaxed.
Only He Qin keenly caught the flash of strange emotion in him. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows as if to indicate Wen Zheliu.
"There is no basis," Wen Zheliu whispered, "It's just speculation."
He Qin rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes filled with warm encouragement.
"Tell me about it," he said. "Maybe your speculation can open up a new breakthrough for us."
Wen Zheliu bit the soft flesh on the inside of his lip, hesitating while spinning a gel pen in his hand.
He Qin said: "Do you feel that your speculation is too misleading, and if you say it out, it will probably lead the team in the wrong direction?"
There was still a shallow crease between Wen Zheliu's eyebrows, and his lips couldn't help but curl up. He Qin was He Qin, there were always 10,000 ways to feel his inner thoughts, and he could always guide him with gentle and appropriate words.
"However, even if the probability is very small, your guess may be correct, so why not?" He Qin stared at him with eyes as clear as glass.
"What if it's wrong?"
"Wrong is wrong. Your brother is here to help you plug holes and clean up messes. What are you afraid of?"
Wen Zheliu looked at him for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay, okay... an idea came to me suddenly. That's all I said, and you can just listen to it."
He sat up straight and asked Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan: "Is it possible that the eight teachers and students who betrayed their companions, pushed them out to die, and disappeared in the end... are us?"
As soon as these words came out, it was like a bolt from the blue. The place was completely silent, and no one spoke for a long time.
"We... ourselves." After a long time, Xie Yuanyuan murmured in shock, "There are four people in the Inquisition, and we are also four people... It seems that the numbers are right..."
Du Zijun: "We have never thought about this, because from the very beginning, the NPC told us that our suspension of study is for one semester... Wait, if you put it that way, the time doesn't match up."
"However, the NPC has never told us for sure that our suspension of study is for one semester." He Qin thought, "They have always used very uncertain words like 'seems like' and 'seems'."
"In the student status system, there should be specific time for us to suspend school and re-enroll." Wen Zheliu said, "Look for it. If the time can be confirmed..."
What should we do if we can determine the time and confirm that the roles they played are the eight teachers and students who betrayed their companions and absconded alone
Du Zijun whispered: "This is indeed a new idea, and it will indeed lead our current direction... If we are the eight people who escaped from the supernatural game last year, then everything we do now is no less than Pushing ourselves toward death.”
Xie Yuanyuan touched the goosebumps on his arms and said silently: "If you don't have the right to investigate, you have no right to speak. Let's wait until the evidence is more conclusive... before we discuss this."
Du Zijun glanced at the little ostrich and said nothing.
In the evening, when he heard that Zheliu had finished class, he did not dare to go with He Qin and the others. He just lowered his head and returned to the dormitory.
"Brother Wen!" Zhang Yan came over and called, "Will I leave a window for you tonight?"
"No, thank you." Since the second day, the people in the dormitory have been accustomed to calling him this. Wen Zheliu sounded awkward, but it was difficult to correct him, so he just let them go, "Tonight … You should also be careful.”
On the last night of the game, no one knows where Garm is hiding or what may go wrong.
At midnight, Wen Zheliu continued to roll down the window and ran to join the large army.
The Four Corners game does not require any props, just a closed space and four living players. Because of this, the game rules set by the system should become increasingly changeable and unpredictable.
"Here!" Xie Yuanyuan waved to him, and Wen Zheliu walked over quickly and stood next to He Qin.
"Have you found the mission location this time?" he asked.
"We don't have a clue yet." Xie Yuanyuan said, "There are so many enclosed spaces, we can't locate them."
While speaking, the system prompt suddenly sounded.
Main Mission 2: The Evil Game in the Ghost School: Four Corners Game (0/1) has been updated
One patted the other on the shoulder, one took over the position of the other, and one stood in the corner of the other...
Wait, why does it feel like there is one more person
Tips: In this round of the game, four players need to be in the same empty room, standing in the four corners of the room. After the game starts, the person in the first corner walks towards the other corner in any direction, then hits the next player on the shoulder and stays in this corner. Immediately afterwards, the person being photographed needs to walk to the other corner in the same way, and cannot look back during this process, and so on.
During this game, a clock on the wall reminds the player when the round ends. When the clock completes one circle, all players stop taking action. The player closest to the ghost will get a chance to leave the room to investigate for intelligence if not caught by the ghost. Only after returning to the room again can the ghost stop attacking. , re-enter the next round of the game. If caught by a ghost, the game is over.
This round of the game has no time limit and ends with the collective opinions of all players. The game ends when all players agree that the current round of the game is over.
What a tricky rule... Wen Zheliu was secretly stunned. Before they could start exchanging opinions, the system sent another map with a location marked on it.
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"Are we going to follow the map this time?" Xie Yuanyuan was a little surprised, "Let me see, the office building... Where is the office building?"
He Qin swiped his fingers and closed the map: "Behind the playground is the main activity place for teachers and school leaders."
Wen Zheliu exchanged a look with him, and they understood each other tacitly: "It's also a place where you can check student files, right?"
"Then let's take a look at our break from school." Du Zijun already had the witch's guns hanging on his waist. "Let's see if the role we play in this world is the eight murderers who once escaped death."