To be honest, since entering the dungeon with Kou Dong, they have seen too many eccentric NPCs, which is not unusual.
But to such a degree of eccentricity, it seems that the two of them, who can breathe, can't be seen in the eyes at all, and they only speak to one person... This is the first one.
The police said: "Are these all students from your school?"
"Ok."
The young man hummed lightly, but his eyes were still only looking. His pupils are extremely light in color, which is different from the dark brown of ordinary people, and they are covered by a thin layer of lenses. When looking at people, there is always an indescribable sense of alienation.
When in school, this person also smiles a little. Outside the school, it's more like a breathing statue, only the eyes are burning with fire.
He nodded slightly towards the policeman in a gentlemanly manner, and naturally protected Kou Dong's shoulder with one hand.
"Now that the process is over, I'm taking my students back."
The policeman didn't object and waved at him.
"If there is a problem in the future, I'm afraid I will have to trouble these little classmates."
The psychology teacher exerted some force on his hands, and said in a low voice, "Let's go.—My car is parked at the door."
It is already early morning, and there is a looming silver line on the dark blue sky. It won't be long before the fiery red sun will jump out from under that line, completely hatching the dawn.
The young man opened the co-pilot's door, nodded slightly, and motioned for Kou Dong to go in.
Kou Dong glanced back, and just about to tell Song Hong and the two to get in the car, he saw the two people consciously opened the back seat door and got in early, without waiting for the NPC to open the door in person Intend.
Obviously, they know very well that they are just car swindlers, and they don't have this kind of treatment. Seeing Kou Dong looking over, Song Hong turned back a surprised look, as if he couldn't figure out why he didn't come in yet.
Kou Dong: "..."
His little friends are getting used to the double standard of NPC.
I used to have doubts before, but now I don't even have doubts.
The psychology teacher put down the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator.
"Scared?" he asked, glancing at the seat next to him.
Kou Dong thought for a while and replied, "It's okay."
In fact, when I saw it for the first time, I was really scared. Seeing a photo in a newspaper is not the same thing as seeing a dead, living person on the spot—let alone a familiar person you just met during the day.
Only when things happen around you can you create a sense of urgency. Otherwise, no matter how much you listen to, it's just other people's stories.
The psychology teacher smiled. I don't know if it was Kou Dong's illusion. He vaguely felt that the other party's eyes moved down a little, more like staring at his feet—then the eyes turned away again, and the young teacher turned the steering wheel. The slender fingers tapped slightly, seemingly casually saying: "That's good."
While waiting for the red light, he reached out with one hand and turned the music playback button on.
"I saw something I shouldn't have seen during the day, how about listening to some music? Soothe my mood."
The music quickly echoed in the car, it was a tune that Kou Dong had never heard before. I don't know what kind of instrument is used. The melody is indeed slow and soft. The female voice in the background is singing in a low voice. The lyrics are not clear, but it doesn't look like Chinese.
Playing music in the confined space is like soaking in hot spring water in the cold winter, which somewhat relaxes Song Hong and the others. They were all tense at first, and felt that there were many strange things about this teacher, but now their shoulders gradually relaxed, and their flesh and skin seemed to be softened by beatings, and they were almost paralyzed on the back seat.
The psychology teacher glanced at them in the rearview mirror.
"it works?"
"It's useful," Song Hong let out a comfortable raving from his throat, and murmured, "It's really useful..."
Kou Dong frowned, looked at A Xue who was sitting behind, and nodded in agreement, obviously feeling relaxed from this song.
"Is there a sound source?" Song Hong barely propped himself up and took out his mobile phone, "Teacher, if there is a sound source, please send it to us..."
Kou Dong frowned even tighter.
Song Hong and A Xue in his memory are both cautious people. It was not the first time for the two of them to enter the game, and it was absolutely impossible to ask the NPC for things casually.
After all, NPCs aren't human, and you can't be sure what exactly he's handing you.
Whether it is a prop that can help you, or a death scythe that can kill you, who can say for sure.
The psychology teacher was surprisingly easy to talk at the moment, so he readily agreed.
"Okay, I'll send it to you."
It happened to be a red light, he took out his mobile phone, and was about to send—
Suddenly there was a passionate overture to "The Internationale" in the car, which made several people tremble with fright.
Under the chorus of male and female voices, the soft and delicate single female voice was quickly suppressed, and the majestic singing of "Arise, Hungry and Cold Slave" echoed throughout the carriage.
That was really devastating and majestic, and under such a situation, the other song was soon oppressed and there was nothing left.
Song Hong raised his eyes blankly, as if he was awake a little bit, but his expression was still a little strange, "What's the matter?"
Kou Dong put away the phone as if nothing had happened, and said, "It's okay, alarm clock."
"...?"
Both Song Hong and Song Hong's faces were filled with bewilderment.
Use such a tune as an alarm clock
Brother, you are really awesome, aren't you afraid of being scared to death by a group of people's voices suddenly ringing in your ears in the morning
The corner of the psychology teacher's mouth twitched slightly, but he took a deep look at him.
"Like this song?"
Kou Dong looked at him sincerely, "There is no way, who made me the successor of socialism? You still have to have this awareness, otherwise how will the motherland develop?"
"..."
The psychology teacher was choked up by this sentence, and basically didn't say a word all the way, and sent them back to the dormitory silently. When he got off the car, Kou Dong said, "Teacher?"
The man put one hand on the steering wheel and looked at him.
"Ok?"
"Don't you have anything to tell us?" Kou Dong said, carefully observing the expression on his face, "For example, how can we avoid this murderer?"
The psych teacher stared at him, pale amber eyes shining behind thin lenses.
After a while, he raised the corner of his mouth.
"How do I know that," replied the man, "after all—"
His face was cut by the light, one side was bright and the other was dark, and his voice had a strange sense of bewitchment.
"I'm not that murderer."
After the car drove away, three people were sprayed with car exhaust.
Song Hong blew in the cool wind for a long time, and now he woke up completely, and began to feel something was wrong, "The song just now seemed a bit strange, and it was very comfortable to listen to... It seems that I have lost all guard."
Comfort is of course a good thing in real life, but now they have to be careful all the time in the game dungeon, and it is definitely not a good thing to let go of their defenses in front of important NPCs.
Thinking of this, he almost got goosebumps, and patted Kou Dong's shoulder heavily.
"Brother, thanks to you."
Among the three, Kou Dong was the only one who was not bewitched by the voice.
Kou Dong said: "It's not necessary to be polite. But that voice doesn't work for me, there must be a reason."
There is only one reason to explain it, Kou Dong did not meet the conditions for this rule to work. There is something that he has that others don't have; or that others do but he doesn't.
His eyes looked back and forth between Song Hong and A Xue, and suddenly he saw the little girl trembling all over, his eyes suddenly became concentrated, and his expression became strange, as if mixed with hatred. He followed the little girl's eyes and turned his head to look, and saw Scar who was smoking at the entrance of the corridor.
Scar's room was on the first floor, and he couldn't help smoking a cigarette in the early morning, holding the cigarette butts in his fingers, and blew gray smoke rings out one after another.
The way he extinguishes his cigarette is also different from others. Instead of throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it with his feet, he presses the cigarette against the wall, leaving a black and gray circular mark.
Noticing the gazes of the three, Scar turned his face away, and said in a vicious voice, "What are you looking at?"
Kou Dongzai looked at him carefully, and didn't see anything wrong with him.
He turned his head and wanted to ask his two little friends, but unexpectedly saw that Song Hong was also staring at that person closely, his expression was completely different from that of Ah Xue, more like...
More like jealousy.
After this thought came out, Kou Dong's heart suddenly sank heavily.
After entering the dungeon, Kou Dong also had guesses about the game content this time. His understanding of "seeing is not believing" is not exactly the same as that of others. In Kou Dong's view, this should point to another rule.
is the heart.
What the eyes cannot see, only the heart can see.
And what is connected with the heart
It is mood, or emotion.
Judging from the clues we have now, all the victims experienced more or less emotional fluctuations before they died. Either be blamed or deceived.
And Song Hong's mood swings are due to Ah Xue. He had been in the game with the little girl for a long time, and he didn't even notice the emotions he felt, and he was used to taking care of her and being taken care of by her. Axue has a cold temper and never talks nonsense with others, whether it is with NPCs or players.
Because of this, Song Hong's emotions had never been triggered before.
Until entering this dungeon, the little girl showed a strange concern for the scar, and Song Hong's emotions exploded.
This is actually a small introduction point, and it should not cause major consequences. But in the game, everything becomes uncertain. All tiny emotions seem to be magnified infinitely with the help of NPCs, swallowing people's hearts and turning people into empty, colorless dead things.
—What about Ashe
Where is Ah Xue's emotional introduction point
Kou Dong waved his hand in front of them, and with a little effort, he summoned the two souls back. He looked at the two of them, and first asked Song Hong: "Why do you look at him?"
Song Hong was even more surprised than him.
"Who are you looking at?" He asked blankly, "I didn't look at anyone... aren't we talking?"
Kou Dong didn't answer, but turned his face to A Xue again, "Why are you looking at him?"
Axue's expression was much more severe, and she gritted her teeth.
"I know him."
This statement did not surprise Kou Dong. The little girl is a person who can control her heart, the reason why she reacted at the beginning is probably because she formed an introduction outside the game.
What he cares more about is, "When was it confirmed?"
To some extent, this determines the timing of this emotion.
Ashe said, "Just now."
She stared at the wall where black and gray marks were left.
"That imprint... I've seen it many times."
Song Hong on the side was still saying: "Who are you looking at? Who am I looking at? Look at that scar? - What's so good about a scar! I didn't look at it-"
Kou Dong heard him finish beeping stiffly, and then said to him: "Play a game?"
Song Hong: "...playing games?"
"I said the name, you said the first impression," Kou Dong said calmly, "Don't think about it, it's all based on the subconscious mind. Can it be done?"
What can't be done, Song Hong is simply baffled.
"Come on, what's the matter?"
Kou Dong: "Banana?"
Song Hong didn't even think about it, "Sweet."
"moon?"
"Yellow."
"Chair?"
"You can sit."
…
After asking several questions in succession, Song Hong answered them immediately. Finally, Kou Dong stared into his eyes and said his last word, "Scar."
Song Hong's body trembled slightly. His mouth opened, and he couldn't help but spit out the first answer he thought of, "Kill him."
After saying that, even he himself was stunned.
"killed… "
How could this be what he said!
Kou Dong looked at A Xue, and the little girl calmly said, "You don't need to ask, I will answer the same."
She turned her face to the entrance of the corridor, where it was already empty and there was no one there.
The little girl was silent for two seconds before laughing.
"It's so good," she said, "he actually hid here and ran into my hand—he also has this day, and ran into my hand!"
The uneasiness in Kou Dong's heart grew heavier, and he fixed his gaze on her. The little girl laughed and clapped her hands. After laughing for a long time, she raised her eyes and looked at Kou Dong.
"It's okay," she said, "I'm not like this guy next to me, I'm sober—"
"Even if he is not affected, I would still want to kill him."
She didn't reveal Scar's identity, and Kou Dong didn't ask either. Restricted by system rules, he actually couldn't really understand what happened outside the game.
But the thoughts from "Cai Sheng" re-entered Kou Dong's mind, and she understood the evil in the world very clearly.
What kind of person can understand so well? Unless she experienced it herself.
While he was in a daze, the little girl asked again: "Which room does he live in?"
Kou Dong: "?"
Kou Dong: "Ask him where he lives—"
He originally wanted to ask what he was doing, but when he saw the other party, he was taken aback. A Xue just took out a large steel knife with a cold light from the luggage rack, and it was resting on her thin shoulder at this moment, her eyes were still looking at the entrance of the corridor.
"Do you know which one? If you know, I'll go in now."
Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong: "..."
It's not that he said, sister—but you're a little too aggressive!
The author has something to say:
Axue: Every cause must bear fruit, your retribution is me!
Kou Dong: ...
The script is wrong, sister, the script is wrong!