There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 462 May Have Died

Of course, more importantly, the black and white dice are still there, which means that they may also be pulled into the rules if they walk over.

But this is indeed the way to go.

"Wait and see," said the photographer.

"Okay." The female reporter is fine.

They plan to wait for a while, maybe the person who waits in will solve the rule, and they will be able to pass safely?

It's just that up to now, the second side mission triggered in the yard has not been completed yet.

The desolate and dilapidated weird orphanage, the silent and dim atmosphere, and the fact that the task has not been completed all the time, it is hard not to feel a certain sense of depression.

There were no lights on in the orphanage, only the cool moonlight from the sky.

The moon is round, and the light is quite bright. At least the situation in the corridor and everyone's appearance can be seen clearly, that is, the corridor will be a little dark.

"Speaking of which, why did we choose to visit at night?" The female reporter suddenly asked curiously to the police assistant next to her.

"How do I know." The police assistant said coldly.

"I don't know that all the characters in horror movies come out at night to die. Is there something wrong with this group of people?" The female reporter turned her head and complained to the photographer next to her in a very low voice.

"..." Photographer.

Don't scold yourself.

He looked at the police assistant who was wearing a sky blue uniform beside him, the shadow on the other person seemed to be getting heavier, his face was pale by the moonlight, stiff and lifeless.

The photographer asked aloud: "Usually when other people come to visit here, do you take them with you?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on who is on duty."

"Your street office is responsible for managing these places?"

"Otherwise?" The police assistant looked at him indifferently: "Are you just born, and you only know these things now?"

"..."

The photographer and the female reporter glanced at each other, and they looked away in cold sweat.

If the character in the script finds a problem, then the deduction value can directly deduct you into a negative number of Tianbeng, even if you complete the main task, you may not be able to become a positive one, and you will directly face the big punishment package!
But under normal circumstances, the cognition of NPC will change according to the settings that players add to themselves.

That is to say, if the player portrays the character as a funny character, even if the character is originally an iceberg boss, then the NPC will not feel that there is anything wrong.

So the probability of such a thing is still very small.

It's just that the only thing the player can change is the character's personality, and the original experience of the character cannot be changed.

People in this world seem to be used to weirdness.

The female reporter laughed and said, "Hey, it's because we don't know much about the Qiming Orphanage, that's why we wanted to visit and investigate this time... By the way, do you know how long it has been since the Qiming Orphanage was built?"

While talking, the female reporter had already taken out a small notebook and black pen from her vest jacket, as if preparing to listen seriously.

The photographer next to him reacted quickly, and lifted up the DSLR hanging on his chest for decoration. This scene seemed to have the posture of an interview.

It's just that it looks a little weird in the desolate and silent orphanage, and the normal interview screen certainly shouldn't be like this.

The police assistant looked at the two expressionlessly.

After a while, he read the answer: "It was built in [-], so it has been ten years."

Reporter: "Has the dean changed so far?"

Police assistant: "I changed, three."

Reporter: "How long has the last dean been in office?"

Police Assistant: "Three months."

Reporter: "It's so short. Did the orphanage become... like this after he took office?"

Police Assistant: "He took office only after he became like this."

Reporter: "Ah... oh!"

The female reporter was stunned for two seconds, then her eyes suddenly lit up, and her tone became serious: "Then do you know why the orphanage became like this?"

The police assistant's face was ashen, and he looked at her stiffly without fluctuation: "It's on fire, can't you see it?"

The entire Qiming building was full of signs of fire.

In fact, their character information also stated that a certain newspaper was on the verge of bankruptcy, so they sent two warriors to investigate the truth about the original fire at the Qiming Orphanage, intending to use this explosive news to bring the newspaper back to life!
At present, the premise is that the two warriors can come out alive.

The female reporter blinked at him, took a half step back calmly, and continued to ask: "What caused the fire, do you know?"

The police assistant shook his head slowly: "I heard that the combustibles were caused by the third floor. I don't know the specific reason, and it doesn't matter now."

The female reporter nodded cooperatively, and then cautiously asked: "Then the dean you mentioned just now, who took office after the event, is he still in the orphanage?"

After the words fell, the police assistant suddenly turned to stare at her.

The pale face illuminated by the moon seemed to have become like a zombie, stiff, dull, and lifeless. In a trance, the sclera of his eyes seemed to have turned into a pitch black color, creepy and weird.

The female reporter clenched the black pen in her hand, even about to throw it.

But the next moment, the police assistant replied in a calm voice: "It should still be there."

"...Should...Should?"

"The rules you see now are what he passed on."

The police assistant pointed to the pamphlet in her vest pocket and said, "He was the first batch of SOA investigators to enter the Qiming Orphanage. Although he successfully passed on the information, he seemed to be trapped in the here."

The female reporter breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly asked, "Then where is he usually?"

"I don't know." The police assistant said in a low voice.

"Eh?"

"Who knows... Maybe he might not be alive, because no one can survive in it. Even if he is still alive, he should not be a normal person anymore."

The voice of the police assistant suddenly became erratic. When he said this, a very strange and sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Well, that's really a pity."

The female reporter smiled mischievously, then took two steps back silently, and poked the photographer next to her with the black pen she held in her hand.

The photographer looked at her, and the female reporter winked quietly at the police assistant.

But the photographer shook his head slightly.

Now is not the time to act, although the mental state of this police assistant has become more and more strange, but as long as he is not completely abnormal, he can continue to use it!

If possible, there is still a corridor on the third floor for him to play the vanguard, and he has to open the door of the archive room.

So the photographer opened a bag of candy, handed one to the police assistant and said, "It's boring, do you want candy?"

The police assistant glanced at it without any fluctuation.

The photographer directly stuffed the candy into his hand, and then ate one himself, saying, "You're welcome, I brought a lot."

With everything in hand, the police assistant put the candy into his mouth dispensably, and chewed it indifferently while moving his cheeks.

……

The three of them stood in the corridor on the second floor, interviewing, eating candy, and chatting. At least 10 minutes had passed.

But the second side mission has not been completed yet.

The female reporter glanced anxiously at the direction of the yard. The side of the corridor here is open, facing the yard and the gate, and one can clearly see the scene below.

But the people in the first group were nowhere to be seen, while the swing by the flower bed was still swaying slowly.

The female reporter looked away again, and quickly glanced at the black and white dice on the ground.

"Are we going to wait forever?" She whispered to her teammates next to her.

"..."

The photographer frowned thoughtfully.

After a while, he hesitated and said, "Perhaps there is another passage in the rules, and there shouldn't be a chance to go up to the third floor, and the prerequisite is that we pass this rule?"

The female reporter looked up at the ceiling: "I want to say, can't we just climb up from the corridor?"

This building is not high, and the corridors on the second and third floors are only three meters high. If you stand on the parapet of the corridor, you should be able to climb up directly if you are skilled.

What's more, the manual only said that you can't use unconventional means to enter the orphanage, it didn't say that you can't use unconventional means to go upstairs in the orphanage!

The female reporter looked at her teammates with burning eyes.

The photographer looked at the police assistant: "Can we climb the wall to the third floor?"

"It should be possible. The rules don't prohibit it, but I can't climb up." The police assistant glanced at the parapet of the corridor.

"It's okay, I'll pull you up first when I go up!" said the female reporter.

"..." The police assistant did not refuse.

The photographer then looked at the plan proposer.

The female reporter waved her hand: "Okay, since I proposed it, then I will go first."

While speaking, the female reporter stuffed the notebook back into her vest pocket, but bit the black pen in her mouth, then loosened her muscles and jumped onto the parapet, looking up at the smooth and blackened corridor wall on the third floor above.

There was no place to start on the wall, but she bent down slightly, stepped on the parapet with her feet, and jumped up lightly.

The outstretched hands of the female reporter firmly broke the [-]-centimeter-wide parapet on the third floor, and then she pulled up again to prop up her half-body.

She immediately looked up and glanced at the situation on the third floor.

Then I found that it was right in front of her...

A young man in black clothes and black trousers was leaning over, lazily leaning against the wall near the stairs, holding a thin notebook in one hand, and holding a pen in the other hand, lowering his head and writing something on it.

And just as her eyes were betting on the past, the other party also looked up.

Four eyes facing each other.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

The young man looked at her quietly, his eyes were extremely dark, and seemed to be overflowing with black mist in a trance, without the slightest emotion in them.

Female reporter: "...Hi...Hi~?"

After thinking about it, the female reporter raised her hand in embarrassment to say hello.

However, just when she subconsciously opened her mouth, the black pen that she had held in her mouth suddenly fell, spinning and falling towards the ground of the corridor on the third floor!
The female reporter reacted suddenly, her eyes widened and she quickly reached out to grab it.

But her slow movement was obviously too late.

The black pen finally fell to the ground with a "click".

next moment--

"Boom!"

……

(End of this chapter)