This statement sent chills down the spine. But looking carefully, Xiaoying lying on the ground looks like a shell abandoned by adults.
Several people fell into silence for a while. Xiaokai's crying was intermittent, drifting into people's ears.
After a while, Song Hong said in a low voice, "We can't let him cry any longer."
If it's what they think, negative emotions are the deadliest thing in this dungeon. Xiao Kai was already fearful, if he grieved too much now, I'm afraid tonight would be his next target.
He went to pull people together with Kou Dong. Although he was cruel and unreasonable, he had to be persuaded to be as calm as possible. Everyone in the audience kept a respectful distance from this strange corpse, only Axue knelt down beside the corpse, gently touching the slightly parted lips of the man on the ground.
She twirled her index finger, and stood up again silently.
The police came faster this time than last time, and quickly removed the body. Xiaokai, as her boyfriend, was called to the police station, and the rest of the Mediterranean touched her head worryingly, and the scar didn't even show her face at all.
A Xue was thoughtful all the time, and when there were only three of them left, she raised her hand to signal Kou Dong to look at her fingers.
Kou Dong was a little puzzled: "What?"
He probed to see that the little girl's hands were thin and white, but maybe they had some calluses due to working a lot on weekdays.
"Did you just get hurt?"
"No," the little girl said calmly, "I am the powder for you to look up to."
"...?"
powder
Hearing these two words, both of them gathered together and stared at her fingers intently. After looking at it for a long time, I noticed that there were indeed some finely divided powders on the fingertips, which looked like yellowish white, because it was similar to the color of flesh, and it was so small that I couldn't easily see it at all.
A Xue said, "It was on her lips."
Song Hong also looked at it and asked, "Is it some kind of food residue?"
This statement is actually the most scientific and reasonable. But the little girl shook her head and said in a low voice, "Her face has already been washed."
"?"
Ah Xue said: "Her makeup is gone."
The holographic game is very realistic, and makeup removal also requires real face washing. Although it will not cause any damage to the skin, female players who have long developed the habit of removing makeup will still subconsciously remove makeup every day.
The first time Ah Xue saw her, she knew that she must have been killed after washing.
Song Hong questioned straight men: "Then can't you eat after washing?"
"..."
Ash looked at him speechlessly.
"Do you think, with her body shape, she looks like someone who can eat before going to bed?"
Song Hong touched his nose and said vaguely that he couldn't see it at all. The little girl didn't bother to explain to him how hard and self-disciplined women can be in order to lose weight. She just said, "It doesn't look like ordinary powder, nor does it look like cosmetics.—I always feel that this should be a clue."
"For example," she said in a creepy tone, "where did the thing that hollowed her out come from?"
Song Hong's goosebumps suddenly popped up all over his body.
"You mean," he wondered, "...from the mouth?"
This association is really uncomfortable, and even a little nauseating. Kou Dong recalled the tactile sensation that penetrated into his throat in half-dream and half-awake, and pursed his lips, realizing that this might be a kind of evidence for A Xue's conjecture.
In this dungeon, they are just a breeding ground for those negative emotions.
Song Hong's face turned blue, obviously he already had a picture in his mind. He looked at Kou Dong and said, "The one who appeared in our dormitory today..."
Aren't they also human beings
Kou Dong nodded, but there was no reaction, "Probably."
"..." Song Hong stared at him, not knowing for a moment whether to praise him for being brave or to say that he had a big heart. Something that might have come out of a dead body attacked him, leaving a neck mark, and that was his reaction in the end
Maybe
What a reaction!
Kou Dong was also innocent, "Otherwise? If I was afraid, wouldn't I die faster."
Originally, he was the target that all the NPCs would target. If you keep your mind calm, maybe you can live longer.
Song Hong was speechless, and shook his head after a while, getting back to the topic.
"Next, we have to keep an eye on people," he said, "the next one may appear tonight."
This day's class was not stable, everyone in the class was in a state of panic, and they were all frightened by the successive tragedies. Everyone was quietly writing small notes with their heads down. While the teacher was not paying attention, these notes flew in the air. Come and fly.
The teacher in the class was not blind, seeing that they were absent-minded, he simply changed this class into a self-study, and distributed two papers for them to do. I moved a stool and sat on the podium to correct their homework yesterday.
A thick scarf was wrapped around Kou Dong's neck, his chin was hidden in the thick plaid fabric, his face was small and white.
He didn't write the test paper, he just lowered his head to sort out his thoughts, and suddenly he heard the teacher on the podium greet the people passing by in the corridor: "Mr. Si, is he finished?"
Kou Dong raised his head suddenly, and happened to see that figure staying at the door. The young psychology teacher said indifferently: "Yes, the psychological consultation has just ended."
"It's really hard work." The teacher was a little flattered when he saw that he really stopped to talk to himself—this psychology teacher has a good family background and is a professional who has returned from studying abroad. He came to the school just for fun. Coupled with the fact that he is usually gentle and calm to everyone, he thought that the other party would not answer this question at all, "There have been so many things in the past two days, these bastards are scared to death..."
The psychology teacher hummed, and with light-colored eyes hidden behind thin glasses, he glanced lightly into the classroom.
"Ms. Zhao is studying by herself?"
"It's not! They can't listen to the class."
The corners of the psychology teacher's lips turned up slightly, as if he was smiling. He was wearing a camel-colored windbreaker, tall and slender, and the color matched his eyes very well.
But for a moment, he looked back again, and bowed slightly in a gentlemanly way, "Then I'll go first."
He took a step and walked towards his office. Before reaching the stairs, he heard a breathless shout behind him: "Teacher Si!"
The psychology teacher turned his head and saw the boy striding towards him. The body bones of the sixteen-seven-year-old boy have not yet fully grown, and the skeleton looks slender and weak. Perhaps because he is afraid of the cold, he still wears a thick scarf around his neck, and the fine tassels on the bottom hang down on the school uniform.
The young teacher looked at him and smoothed out a small lock of stray hair with his fingers to make them fall back into place.
"Why," he stared at the boy's upturned face, "what's the matter?"
Kou Dong's breathing has not yet calmed down, his body undulates slightly following the aftertaste of panting. Looking at it from a man's point of view, he could still see a small piece of white skin exposed on his scarf. He pursed his lips, looking hesitant, and finally nodded, "Yes."
"But I can't say it here," he quickly added before the man could ask, "Teacher, I... can I go to your office with you?"
"..."
There was a moment of silence in the air. Immediately, the young psychology teacher smiled slightly and repeated: "Do you want to come to my office?"
Kou Dong's little animal-like intuition came out now, and he kept yelling at him from the bottom of his heart. He swallowed, and nodded without hesitation.
"I have a question to ask you," he said softly, "You are not welcome?"
"how come."
The smile on the corner of the man's lips seemed to be more real, and the hand that was arranging his hair slipped slightly and turned to caress the side of his fragile and slender neck.
"As long as you want to come," he whispered, "the door here is always open for you."
Kou Dong felt that his deliberately suppressed breathing was like a cluster of hot fire wrapped in ice, which made him want to turn his head and run away.
But no, Kou Dong told himself in his heart. Now they have too few clues. Under such circumstances, the opportunity to get along with key NPCs must not be easily given up!
The way he looked at the man slowly changed, as if he was looking at a human-shaped clue prompter.
The psychology teacher's office is on the top floor.
The school attaches great importance to psychological education. In order to provide convenience for the students who come to consult, his office is also a private room, and there is no other person in it except him. The man unscrewed the doorknob and stretched out his hand to invite Kou Dong to go in. Kou Dong stopped at the door and looked inside first.
The layout of the room is nothing out of the ordinary, just ordinary tables, chairs and sofas. The desk is full of materials, and the curtains are drawn tightly, completely blocking the sunlight outside, only a desk lamp on the desk glows dimly.
There are a few chubby pillows on the sofa, and a row of succulents on the flower stand next to it. It is easy to make people feel warm and cozy.
"sit."
The man turned around and poured him a cup of hot milk. Kou Dong sat on the bean-yellow sofa and looked at it unobtrusively.
He didn't find anything special, but there was a strange-looking painting hanging on the wall. At first glance, it looked like several black eyes staring at him.
After looking at it for a long time, I realized that those were not eyes, but patterns on the wings of butterflies.
The huge butterfly rests quietly on the paper, its wingtips stand up slightly, as if it will break free from the canvas and fly out in the next second.
"Like that painting?"
The man's voice sounded a little ethereal, like the singing in the attic in the distance, it took a long time to reach his mind.
Kou Dong didn't say he liked it or didn't like it, but asked instead, "Teacher likes butterflies?"
"Don't you think it's beautiful?" The psychology teacher sat down opposite him, crossing a pair of slender legs, "Having such beautiful wings."
He tapped the rim of the cup with his hand, looked at the thoughtful student in front of him, and asked, "What do you want to ask?"
Kou Dong glanced at him, and started to untie the scarf around his neck. Without the cover of the scarf, the fingerprints on his neck are extremely exposed and can be seen at a glance.
"That's it." His eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression seemed a little frightened, "... did you see it?"
"Saw."
The psychology teacher narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned forward slightly, and said calmly, "Look up."
Kou Dong obediently raised his chin, completely exposing the part of his neck covered with bruises. The man's finger rubbed it a little bit, stroking the edge of one of the marks, and said in a strange voice, "It was really careless."
His hand suddenly went up and pressed the corner of Kou Dong's mouth. It was still slightly swollen, with an abnormal crimson glow.
"Here," he pressed the button, and said softly, "Here... was also tricked?"
The word "Nong" came out of his mouth, and the meaning became strange. Kou Dong shrank back and replied, "Yes."
The psychology teacher still pressed the corners of his lips, and said suddenly: "Lick."
"...?"
"Lick." The man said without doubt, "Let me see if you did it yourself."
"..."
Kou Dong almost jumped up from the sofa. But he was being suppressed at the moment, and the atmosphere was a bit inexplicable. The psychology teacher's light-colored eyes looked at him behind the lens, and seemed to be shining. Oddly enough, he obediently sticks out the tip of his tongue and gently sweeps the place where he was pressed.
The man's fingers were inevitably swept, and the wet touch passed by.
He let go of the person in front of him and sat up straight.
"Very good," he said lightly, as if he was really just testing this possibility just now, "It can happen."
Kou Dong: Hehe.
I just watch you open your mouth and talk nonsense.
He said: "Teacher, I can never catch myself like this."
"Why is it impossible?" The psychology teacher said calmly, "You don't know your habits after falling asleep."
"..."
That's what I said, but it's too ridiculous to suffocate myself, right
Kou Dong was not too sure at first, but now he is completely sure. Look at how this person pretends to be innocent and takes advantage of his familiarity—if this matter has nothing to do with the person in front of him, Kou Dong can twist the head of the NPC and kick it as a ball.
This iron is the NPC's pot!
Besides NPC, who else could be so perverted
He knew it in his heart, but it was hard to say, so he just asked: "Teacher thinks, I made it myself?"
The psychology teacher laughed briefly and said, "I didn't say that."
Kou Dong was even more aggrieved.
"But if you don't feel safe," the psychology teacher leaned back on the chair again, "you can live in the dormitory first."
Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong: "???"
He had a premonition in his heart. Sure enough, the next second, the psychology teacher said leisurely: "Or, you can live with me first."
Kou Dong: "!"
The premonition came true, but he only had the urge to curse - this NPC is too shameless!
I made so many impressions on him, and then I proposed to move here
This is more than shameless, it's just a blush. Dumang sat firmly at the moment, seemed very proud of his proposal, and asked, "What do you think?"
Kou Dong felt uncomfortable. He is not a vegetarian, so he immediately retorted: "How can this be done? If there is any danger, how can I only leave, and what should the others do? Didn't I abandon them in danger?"
The righteousness of these words made the man feel a little stuck, "Hmm..."
"How can you do that kind of inhumane thing!" Kou Dong patted his leg, and finally revealed his purpose, "Otherwise, teacher will sleep with us in the gymnasium?"
The gymnasium is so big that it can accommodate thousands of students and hundreds of teachers. Everyone brought a quilt each, and threw it on the ground. With so many people, Kou Dong did not believe that NPCs could easily engage him.
The psychology teacher frowned completely, obviously not liking this proposal. But Kou Dong had the upper hand at this moment, pressing forward step by step: "How about it? Teacher Si is so considerate of students, why don't you go and talk to the principal?"
The voice of the NPC gradually lost emotion: "The principal may not agree."
"Why don't you agree!" Kou Dong thoughtfully blocked the way for him, "Which teacher doesn't think about the students? We can also jointly write a letter to the principal. It doesn't take much effort. Why doesn't the principal agree? Isn't the school based on Student safety comes first?"
He babbled, and the man had no place to intervene, so he could only listen to him play on the spot. All escape routes were blocked, the psychology teacher took a deep look at him, and could only choose to agree.
"I'll go talk to the principal."
Kou Dong looked enthusiastically, "Okay, you are really a good teacher!"
NPC: "..."
Just, there is always an illusion of being tricked...
After discussing this important matter, Kou Dong went back satisfied. When it was time for evening self-study, the head teacher really informed all the students to go to the gymnasium to sleep.
This is quite a strange thing, the students forgot about the death of two people for a while, and only cared about being excited. In the evening, everyone hugged their quilts and pillows and lined up in a mighty team to the gymnasium.
The museum had already been divided into areas, and Kou Dong chose a place to lie down, with living people on the left and right, which finally gave him a sense of security.
Song Hong was sitting next to him, still thinking about the powder. Ashe discussed with him in a low voice, and they carefully wrapped that bit of powder into paper, and occasionally took it out to have a look.
The stadium is full of black students, and the blue stripes brought by the reunification are spread out one by one, just like a big sea. In this sea, Kou Dong saw Xiao Kai, his complexion was still bad, his eyes were high and swollen, obviously he didn't listen to what he said during the day.
Kou Dong couldn't help sighing slightly in his heart.
He didn't want to think so, but it seemed that this player might not survive tonight.
If they have a way, of course they will help him stop it—but the premise is that they have a way.
They wanted to see how the living became like that.
When Xiao Kai got up to go to the bathroom, Kou Dong also followed. Turning around and seeing him, Xiao Kai's tone was not good, "Go away."
Kou Dong didn't move, still staring at him.
"I want to ask you something."
"What are you asking!" Xiao Kai said impatiently, "I don't want to say anything, so hurry up!"
"I have to ask." Kou Dong said calmly, "You already know what kind of world this is."
Completely different from the imagination of this thrill-seeking couple, this game world is full of horror and bloody elements, and it has never been a simple escape room.
More importantly, no one can guarantee that you will die here.
The fear of death caused Xiao Kai's shoulders to slump down suddenly, and then said quietly: "What's the use, she's dead..."
Speaking of Xiaoying, his voice was still a little choked up.
"Useful." Kou Dong affirmed, still looking at him, "Very useful. Only by collecting as many clues as possible can we deduce the conditions of death."
Seeing that the other party was still hesitant, he threw out the last sentence, "If you want to get achievement points, you have to get out first."
This sentence destroyed Xiao Kai's last line of defense. He covered his face and uttered a cry that was hardly human.
Kou Dong didn't rush him, but just waited quietly at the side.
After a few minutes, Xiaokai finally raised his eyes. He looked at Kou Dong, because he had not slept well, his eyes were full of thin red blood.
"what do you wish to ask?"
"yesterday noon."
Kou Dong stared at him closely.
"What happened to you and Xiaoying at noon yesterday?"
Xiao Kai swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva one after another. His eyes gradually turned far away, and he said in a low voice: "Yesterday at noon..."
He and Xiaoying came here not only for excitement, but also because some people said it was easy to make money here. The two of them were getting married soon, and Xiaoying had always wanted a more expensive diamond ring, and she had told him many times. But according to their financial strength, they couldn't afford it at all.
In the end, the two thought of a way and decided to come to this game to give it a try.
What can be difficult? —They have been to all the big and small escape rooms in the city, and they have all been unsuccessful.
At noon yesterday, Xiaoying wanted to sleep in the same dormitory with A Xue, but was rejected by the other party. She felt very uncomfortable, and she didn't go to bed immediately after returning, but was on the phone with her boyfriend.
When they were on the phone, they both mentioned the fact that their names were written on the blackboard, and they were both a little scared. So this time I didn't dare to violate the rules again, and when I heard the whistle for a nap, I obediently went to bed.
It feels wrong, it happens after falling asleep.
"I don't know why," Xiao Kai whispered, "I dreamed of a mirror."
"… Mirror?"
"Yes." Xiao Kai's voice trembled, "It's a mirror taller than me... I dreamed that I stood in front of it, and a person was reflected in the mirror..."
"But that's not me!" His voice suddenly increased, "It's not me at all!"
Kou Dong frowned, "Isn't it you?"
"He's not human at all," Kay said incoherently. "He has wings—and he doesn't have the right expression. I'm not even smiling, but he is!"
His chest heaved up and down, emphatically again, "He's been smiling at me!"
Kou Dong remembered the chuckle he heard when he saw the corpse for the first time.
He pursed his lips and asked, "And then?"
He didn't think it was enough to scare people. After all, no matter how scary it was, it was just a dream after all.
No matter what is dreamed in the dream, it will never appear in reality, and that is enough. This kind of horror will not make people bluff into what they are now.
"Indeed," Xiaokai murmured, "At first, I also thought it was a dream..."
He covered his stomach with his hands.
"But soon I felt like, I'm puffed up. All the skin is puffed up... I can't breathe, it's hiding inside, it's eating me up..."
His voice became high-pitched.
"There's something in here!"
"He's hiding inside, there must be something inside!"
Kou Dong patted him on the shoulder, calmed down his emotions, and signaled him to continue talking. Xiao Kai's Chinese literacy is not high, and the stories he tells are also fragmented. After a few minutes, he said: "But this is not the real problem."
There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
"The real problem is that the first time I woke up, I went to look in the mirror again."
This is not surprising, some people are impressed by their dreams, let alone such a strange dream. After Xiao Kai woke up, he immediately stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
But at that second, I don't know if it was because he hadn't fully woke up, or because of something else—he saw the smiling person again in the mirror.
That wasn't him, the corners of his mouth were obviously still pressed down.
But the person in the mirror is smiling. Behind him protruded a pair of huge wings with colorful tops. They trembled in the not-so-bright light of the bathroom, and they seemed to be covered with huge black eyes.
The eyes, with thick black eyelashes, flickered and stared at him one by one, blinking lightly with tiny shudders.
The horror brought by that moment was no small matter, and Xiao Kai suppressed a scream so that he could not blurt it out. In the following time, he couldn't fall asleep again, and he always felt that there was another person walking around the room with slippers like him.
After listening, Kou Dong asked, "Xiaoying also had the same dream?"
Xiao Kai said with difficulty: "Yes. She yelled out."
Only then did Kou Dong understand what happened to what A Xue said when he heard the "who are you?" Thinking about it, I also saw another face in the mirror that shouldn't have appeared.
Winged faces.
He was silent for a while, then asked, "What do you think is going on?"
Xiao Kai lowered his head, shook it after a while, and said in a low voice, "I don't know. I'm just, just afraid..."
The heart of fear even overwhelmed the rational heart that wanted to get results. He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to survive.
Kou Dong: "You don't want to find clues either?"
"What's the use of finding it?" The person on the opposite side smiled bitterly, his voice trembling, "You haven't seen it with your own eyes, I've never seen such a person... If you can't survive, even if you find clues, it's useless!"
Kou Dong sensed his negativity. He looked at Xiaokai again, and realized that this person had not experienced any other stimulation.
That's why he lost his mind under such stimulation.
He is different from Ashue. The little girl didn't know what she had experienced, she was a calm group, even if they met enemies in the game, they were still organized and careful in their observations. Although she has hatred, she is not manipulated by such negative emotions.
From this point of view, negativity is not the only condition, another condition is that this emotion has to control your mind.
It has to control your actions.
Xiaokai said: "I don't think about anything now, I just want to sleep well. After a few more days, I can go out. - I have to go out."
He washed his hands, didn't dare to look in the mirror, and left in a hurry.
Kou Dong stood there for a few minutes, staring at himself in the mirror. What was reflected there was still his appearance when he was sixteen or seventeen - delicate and handsome, with some baby fat, wearing a large blue and white school uniform jacket.
He touched the corner of his mouth, but there was no sign of it rising. The person in the mirror looked back with a calm expression.
Kou Dong blinked and walked away from the mirror.
After he went back, he whispered about Xiaokai's experience to his two friends. The friends were surprised at first, but they couldn't help sighing slightly later.
Such passive wait-and-see will definitely not bring any good ending.
Xiao Kai won't survive tonight.
"We have no other choice," Song Hong said in a low voice, "we can only pay more attention."
What can I do after paying attention? Actually still can't do anything. The rules of the game cannot be violated, and no one has the right to resist.
The lights in the gymnasium were turned off, and Kou Dong lay quietly with his eyes closed. There was still the student's voice in the ear, but slowly, this voice disappeared, and he could only hear the intertwined breathing.
Kou Dong also felt sleepy. He pinched his arm, forcing himself to stay awake.
Song Hong's extremely low voice came from the side: "Aren't you asleep?"
Kou Dong said, "No."
The little girl was also awake and responded.
This is actually quite difficult, their eyelids are drooping almost uncontrollably, and their minds are groggy. The three of them have to talk to each other and push their hands from time to time to barely stay awake.
They don't know how long they have been suffering in such darkness, and their thinking seems to be disconnected.
When he was in a daze, Kou Dong heard a low chuckle.
That voice came from Xiaokai's direction.
His sanity suddenly became clear, and he patted the remaining two people without a trace, signaling them to pay attention. Immediately, Kou Dong slowly opened his eyes. His eyes adjusted to the darkness for half a day before he could see what was happening in front of him.
When he saw it, Kou Dong was startled suddenly—Xiao Kai was right in front of him, very close at hand.
Standing straight, the black pupils were motionless, looking at him.
Kou Dong's heart beat wildly, and he immediately felt something was wrong. He must not be overwhelmed by such fear and must remain awake at all times.
He silently recited the core values of socialism in his heart, looking back at the past without blinking.
Xiao Kai's figure was abnormally stiff, and he slowly bent down, as if he wanted to touch him.
Even if one is not afraid of death, it is difficult not to be afraid in front of such a weird picture. Kou Dong clenched his teeth unconsciously, and moved his hand to the side.
He couldn't touch Song Hong and A Xue anymore, and the places he touched were all open spaces. The companion who was obviously by his side didn't know where he went at this time.
Looking back, both sides are empty. The blue and white quilts were all rolled up, except for him, no one else was awake, and it was as silent as if there was no living person.
This is not right.
Kou Dong thought hard, they were obviously sitting beside him...
Why isn't anyone else now? !
Suddenly, Kou Dong remembered something.
Seeing is not believing, seeing is not believing... If this sentence is not as complicated as he thought, but has a simple meaning literally—
He closed his eyes abruptly.
The moment he closed his eyes, there was a small sound, and the sound of breathing rang in his ears again. Then came Ashue's voice: "What's going on? Can you hear me?"
Kou Dong hastily answered a few words, but did not hear Song Hong's reply.
"He didn't close his eyes!" The little girl's voice was rare and anxious, "This seems to be two worlds outside and inside, we are both in the inner world, only he is still outside the outside world—"
"Hush," Kou Dong whispered suddenly, "There are other voices."
It was a strange, rustling sound.
Like silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
A Xue whispered: "It's Xiao Kai..."
Neither of them spoke any more. After a while, this monotonous and repetitive sound finally came to an end, and immediately there was a creepy and strange sound—as if something was squeezing through the narrow passage little by little.
Finally, a hula-la sound sounded in the stadium, stirring up the wind, flapping up and down—
Kou Dong's heart continued to sink. It was a pair of wings, he realized.
It came out of the hotbed, nothing else.
It was the butterfly that Kai saw in the mirror.