If Beiquan's guess is correct, and the speed of the debris space on both sides is basically the same, then the time for the missing teacher and student to trigger the cycle should start on the 1st of this month.
On June 1, the first day of the loop, they lost Dong Chaoyang, a male student, and Julie, a girl who had been shared by Beiquan.
On June 2, the second day of the loop, the missing person was Jolie's boyfriend Cai Tianzhen.
On June 3, the third day of the loop, the day Beiquan received Pan Xiaoyun's call for help through "Thriller Night Talk", they lost their counselor Song Qi.
And today is June 5th. In this way, on June 4th yesterday, which is the fourth day of the loopback, not a few of the four surviving students have survived, and all of them have persisted until now.
Then, something special must have happened yesterday to break the previous cycle of mortal death every day.
Sure enough, after listening to Beiquan's question, the four students looked at each other, and then Liu Lingling raised her hand timidly.
"I guess it should have been my accident yesterday..."
She turned to look at Huang Lan, "Fortunately... Lan Lan saved me."
Liu Lingling told Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan that yesterday, after being forced to watch the sacrifice for the fourth time, she immediately found Huang Lan who was also left on the beach with experience.
The two of them didn't dare to go anywhere, and immediately rushed to the small courtyard they were familiar with, wanting to join the rest of their companions as soon as possible.
After the first two days of lessons, the students did not dare to go to the latrine, go out to fetch water, or even set fire to the stove at the back of the house.
Everyone can only eat the noodles on the table with the raw rainwater in the tile tank under the eaves, and even the physical needs can only be solved with the containers that can be found in the house.
Fortunately, everything in this space is cyclical. After eating and drinking, the food and water will reappear the next day, exactly the same as the day before, which prevents them from being too hungry and thirsty.
But even so careful, something happened to Liu Lingling yesterday.
"We just walked around the edge of the yard..."
Liu Lingling said with lingering fears:
"Then, suddenly, a hand grabbed my foot!"
Beiquan nodded, thinking that this way of killing people is too old-fashioned and uncreative.
"I was terrified, I looked back and saw—"
Recalling the terrifying experience of life and death yesterday, Liu Lingling even brought a vibrato to her voice:
"I just saw that from a puddle, a hand stretched out and stretched out, grabbed my foot, and dragged it all the way down!"
Beiquan raised his eyebrows: "From a puddle?"
"Yes, it's a puddle!"
Huang Lan next to him interjected:
"I can see it very clearly, it's the kind of shallow puddle!"
She used her thumb and forefinger to compare a short distance, "It's only about two or three centimeters deep, the kind that can't even submerge the upper of the shoe!"
The girl explained eagerly:
"But that hand stretched out from the shallow water, grabbed Lingling's feet, and dragged her into the water!!"
Wei Fuyuan, who had been listening for a long time, shivered.
With a rich imagination, he has automatically made up a picture: the bottom of the shallow and small puddle is a bottomless swamp, and there is a water ghost hidden in it, ready to drag people into it at any time.
Beiquan nodded slightly:
"So, how did you escape?"
"Actually, we're not so sure..."
Liu Lingling and Huang Lan looked at each other.
According to the descriptions of the two girls, Liu Lingling's entire lower body had completely disappeared under the shallow puddle at that time, and only her waist was exposed.
She was screaming and crying, her arms fluttering desperately, trying to find any fulcrum she could hold on to—but to no avail, as the hand that came out of the water grabbed the girl by the shoulders from behind and pushed her hard toward the water. Press it in.
Just when Liu Lingling was about to be dragged into the water, Huang Lan couldn't tell where her courage came from, and she reached out to break the ghost hand that was on her best friend...
"Then the string of jade cards I was wearing on my wrist broke..."
Huang Lan beamed to Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan:
"Somehow, when the hand was broken, the ghost hand let go of Lingling, retracted into the puddle, and disappeared."
Saying that, she lowered her head and touched her empty wrist.
"That string of cards is my grandmother's relic. My mother said that wearing it can ward off evil spirits."
The girl smiled bitterly with regret:
"Unfortunately, when I woke up today, I found that my hand had not returned to its original state... I guess it should have saved us from that disaster yesterday."
Beiquan's lips curled slightly.
He said in his heart that this girl is not bad, and seeing such a terrifying scene of his friend being grabbed by a ghost, not only did he not turn around and run away in fright, but he dared to rescue her, which was quite righteous enough.
Although if there is no protection of the jade hand card, the consequences are likely to be buy one get one free, and the two will go in together, but because of this girl's courage, Beiquan also decided to send them out safely.
-but…
Beiquan touched his chin, and his eyes swept across the faces of Liu Lingling and Huang Lan.
From the experience of these two people yesterday, at least two of their guesses have been confirmed...
—Very well, this is much easier to do.
Beiquan thought so.
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"Whatever the culprit behind all this is, its medium is water."
Beiquan explained to several students.
Although Pan Xiaoyun's psychological quality is not very good, he is quite clever when he is not in a panic, and immediately catches the key point:
"So, we can save our lives as long as we stay away from the water?"
As he said, he clenched his fist:
"Aren't the time here going to keep looping anyway? We probably won't die if we don't eat or drink all the time, right?"
Beiquan smiled and asked:
"So are you going to stay here forever?"
Pan Xiaoyun was taken aback: "Huh?"
Beiquan didn't give a shit, he explained directly:
"Staying away from water may indeed save lives temporarily, but to get out of here, you have to use the same medium."
He paused:
"In other words, we have to get out of the water."
Pan Xiaoyun's lips trembled.
Although he had never seen the ghost hand sticking out of the water like the two girls, he was already frightened enough by just thinking about it.
"That, that..."
He asked tremblingly:
"Then what should we do?"
Beiquan took out a pocket watch from his arms and looked at the time on it.
At 9:22 in the morning, it was about half an hour before the festival started.
"Right now we can't do anything."
He smiled:
"At least until after the sacrifice begins."
After saying this, Beiquan stopped wasting time, got up and made the necessary preparations.
This time, in order to enter the fragmented space, he did not carry the black suitcase and the black silk umbrella with him as usual, and even replaced the black clothes he liked to wear with moon-white loose robes.
It's just that when he climbed out of the water just now, the white robe was soaked through, and naturally he couldn't wear it any more, so he was now wearing a dark blue cotton shirt that didn't fit the size, and the style was dirty. It's old, and the sleeves and trouser legs are noticeably shorter.
However, with such a sloppy outfit, Beiquan still wore the style of an expert outside the world.
The four students went through an endless cycle for four consecutive days. When they were almost desperate, they suddenly saw Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan appearing in front of them, and they had long since regarded them as rescue soldiers from the sky.
At this moment, they saw Beiquan's seriousness and didn't know what he was doing, and they all sat upright, not to mention asking questions, and even breathing a lot lighter unconsciously, for fear of disturbing the master's practice.
Beiquan didn't have any magic weapon in his hand, not even a ready-made yellow talisman. The only thing that could be used was his Illuminating Vientiane Pen.
But it didn't bother him.
Beiquan drove everyone off the kang, lifted the quilt, and pulled out the mat underneath.
The family used a mat made of bamboo strips. It had obviously been sleeping for a long time. The edges were uneven, and the braided ropes in many places had also broken off threads.
Beiquan commanded Wei Fuyuan to help, cut all the braided threads of the mat, and dismantled them into pieces of bamboo strips.
On the other hand, he turned out the Vientiane Pen, slashed his hand, and used his own blood as a medium, and began to write hard on the bamboo strips.
Although Pan Xiaoyun was afraid, he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He stretched his neck and looked at it from a distance for a while. He found that Beiquan wrote on the bamboo strips in a light and elegant shape. Can't recognize a single word.
Soon, Pan Xiaoyun noticed something even stranger.
He saw with his own eyes that Beiquan cut the palm of his hand, and then dipped the blood drop on the tip of the pen, but the blood that should have started to solidify when it touched the air stayed on the brush for a long time, until Beiquan finished writing all the bamboo strips. The color has always been bright red and full, really like a good cinnabar ink.
- Sure enough, it's a master!
The little hope in Pan Xiaoyun's heart suddenly jumped higher.
Twenty minutes later, Beiquan wrote all the bamboo strips he needed, piled them all into a pile, tied them with old cotton thread, and stuffed them into Wei Fuyuan's hands.
"You take these."
Beiquan approached Wei Fuyuan, his breath almost stuck to his auricle, and whispered:
"When I call you, you will throw them all where there is water, understand?"
Wei Fuyuan resisted the urge to rub his ears, and nodded casually, but unconsciously his ears turned red.
Just when he had just put away the bamboo strips, the door of the house was suddenly opened with a thud from the outside.
A large group of villagers poured in, there were thirty or forty people.
These villagers are like NPCs set in the game's plot, and their only task is to invite all the "VIPs" to watch their festivals.
The villagers didn't care whether the distinguished guests were asleep or awake, and they didn't care why they were all in the same room. Pull the hand out.
The four students have been pulled four times, knowing that resistance is useless, they all relax and let the villagers drag themselves out.
Wei Fuyuan wanted to find Beiquan, but there were too many people crowding into the room, and the scene was so chaotic that he couldn't see where his boss was for a while.
But he thought about it - anyway, the destination is the same, with Beiquan here, he will never let himself suffer, so he will stop doing those useless struggles.