Infinite spooky game

Chapter 163 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School () "He saw the portrait of that person"

[Copy Name: "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School"]

[Copy Type: Team Survival]

[Preliminary reminder: Disasters happen repeatedly and survival is not easy; living is a kind of luck, but death is destiny]

Chang Xu stood in front of a huge cement building and glanced around, but did not see his teammates.

He had a vague intuition: This dungeon might be very complicated, and the main mission was no longer the simple and straightforward "survive for a few days" or "escape from here".

But it will be... he is least good at solving puzzles.

In the silence, the narration sounded faintly in my ears:

[In the long years, the demise of a race is silent; the remains of civilization are annihilated in the flames of war, and there is no way to prove its existence]

[Some people call it tragedy, and some people call it great; death is eternal, but disaster is eternal]

[The bones of the deceased rot on the ground, and the victor’s inscription rises from the ground. Does the commemoration have any meaning? 】

[Visitors, welcome to the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall]

"Memorial to the Aboriginal Victims"?

Chang Xu caught the key word and frowned slightly.

Shouldn't it be "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School"? What the hell is a "memorial hall"?

Chang Xu raised his head and saw that there was indeed a line of English engraved on the plaque of the cement building. After he stared at it for two seconds, it was translated into nine characters as "Memorial Hall for Aboriginal Victims" and was smashed on the system interface.

The building itself is indeed not in the style of a school. The cement outer wall has been painted with white paint, solemn and pale like a withered tomb. A light gray glass door is embedded in the wall, and there are three stone steps paved with marble in front of the door, leading to Chang Xu's feet.

The only thing related to the term "red maple leaf" is the large maple forest surrounded by buildings.

As Chang Xu's eyes moved, he felt the visual, auditory and tactile aspects of this scene inch by inch, and the sense of reality was rendered and applied to him layer by layer. The barrier to the unfamiliar scene quickly faded away, as if he did not appear suddenly. Instead, he went all the way with a premeditated plan.

It was late autumn, and large areas of dead branches were bare, with only a few dead leaves stubbornly hanging on the branches. Maple leaves as red as blood covered the cement floor far and near, making a trampled sound like a burning fire.

Chang Xu lowered his eyes and watched as the maple leaves on the ground were sometimes trampled and sometimes kicked aside. It seemed that many pedestrians were walking over them.

But the strange thing is that he didn't see a single figure from beginning to end, as if... he was trapped alone in a lonely alien space.

"My friend, are you Chang Xu?" came a Wen Zou Zou's voice from behind. He didn't sound young.

Chang Xu turned his head in response and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat and flat-rimmed glasses walking towards him from the maple forest with a warm smile on his face: "Listen to the wind and talk about dreams, the full name is 'Listen to the wind'." Feng Guild’s Dream Talker, you can call me Dream Talker. By the way, this is my online name, I won’t say my real name, it doesn’t sound good.”

The title "Listen to the Wind and Tell Dreams" is not famous, but it is not unfamiliar either. He is quite active in the strategy section of the game forum, at least Chang Xu has heard of it.

As for whether the person in front of him is himself, there is no way to verify it.

Seeing that the man who claimed to be a "dream teller" was about to come within a radius of five meters, Chang Xu thought of his experience in "The Hopeless Sea" and his eyes were a little erratic: "I started the live broadcast, and you will be filming when you come over. It’s time for you.”

Shuimeng was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react, and he smiled casually: "Yes, I know, I have also studied... and seen you. This kind of thing is nothing, I also started a live broadcast, just for fun. "

Chang Xu nodded, ignored the dream, turned around and stepped onto the steps in front of the memorial hall, about to go in.

Shuimeng was startled when he saw this, and quickly grabbed Chang Xu's clothes.

Facing Chang Xu's confused gaze, he babbled: "Hey, don't be so impulsive. Door killing and fake doorways are common tricks in weird games. Don't you want to be on guard? There are only two of us here. If you Something happened, I'm not far from Liangliang."

Chang Xu felt the meaning behind his words and raised his eyebrows at him: "There are only two of us here?"

"Yes." Shuimeng nodded, "To be honest, I came in as a team with three friends, and now they are all gone. I tried various communication methods, but I couldn't contact them. I guess you and I are For some reason, I was separated into this space alone.”

Seeing Chang Xu staring deeply in thought, he continued: "This place gives me a very strange feeling. I can't put it into words, but it's not very good anyway. I suggest you not to act rashly. We can be more cautious and review the situation together first." Know the information..."

"Two tourist friends, welcome to the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall. I am your tour guide for this tour." A rich female voice sounded in the distance, interrupting the conversation between the two.

The two of them looked in the direction of the sound.

A middle-aged woman wearing black gauze and dressed as a nun walked over holding a small red flag and stepping on the red maple leaves. There is also a speaker on her waist, which is the style of recent years.

The woman stood at the door of the memorial hall and gave a polite smile to Chang Xu who was closest to her: "'Medina', this is the name shared by our family. They all call me 'Ms. Medina', you can do the same call."

Chang Xu said nothing and took a step forward, showing the same kind smile: "It is really a pleasure to have a beautiful lady like you as a tour guide. Before entering the memorial hall, I wonder if you can introduce it to us. What’s the overview and history of this place?”

"These were originally supposed to be introduced to you while you were visiting after you entered." The woman smiled kindly and said, "But I can give you a general introduction. I believe you have done this before coming here. Strategy, know some situations.”

Shuo Meng looked solemn and acted as if he was all ears.

The woman narrated: "This used to be a boarding school, which took in many aboriginal children and taught them advanced knowledge and culture. My mother and grandmother were both teachers here, and I hope to help those children learn better." Survive."

"Unfortunately, due to some misunderstandings and various regrettable reasons, most of the children who came to the school fell ill and died. The old school site was also destroyed once and was not rebuilt until the last century."

"After entering this century, in order to commemorate those poor children and promote understanding and unity among different races, the Federation converted the school into a memorial hall to preserve some historical materials left at that time for future generations to view."

There is no ripple in the plain narration, but anyone with a discerning eye can hear the blood-drenched horror behind it. The death has already occurred. After the life is gone, what use is it to the person concerned to have more remembrances?

Of course, neither of them likes to be the Virgin who mourns the Spring and Autumn. It is not enough to sympathize with themselves, and they have no room to sympathize with the NPCs in the background board of the dungeon.

Chang Xu looked at the woman's light brown complexion, thought of something, and asked, "What race are you?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, but not angry. Two seconds later she said with a hint of bitterness: "I have forgotten the name of our tribe. Many things in this land have no names, right? But I know that I and this place have no names. The aborigines belong to the same race." After she finished speaking, she waved the guide flag in her hand and walked into the memorial hall, no longer giving the players time to ask questions: "Both of you, please be sure to follow me. The memorial hall is very big and the things on display are also very small. There are a lot of them, so please don’t get lost.”

Chang Xu and Shuo Meng looked at each other and without hesitation, followed closely the woman who was leading the way.

The first floor of the memorial hall is a huge flat floor. At a glance, no other tourists can be seen. In the empty venue, dozens of glass cabinets were arranged in a ring, displaying various utensils. Some yellowed papers could be seen in the distance, which were probably what the woman called "historical materials."

There is mist on the glass cabinet from time to time, as if a curious child is lying on it to breathe, and a few greasy fingerprints can be vaguely seen wandering on the glass surface.

This memorial hall seems to be full of people, but they can't be seen or touched.

The woman walked up to a wall, raised her hand and pointed. The sound was amplified through the speaker, distorted and dissociated: "Two of you, come and take a look. These are the children who died at the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. They were lucky enough to leave behind images. There are many more unfortunate children with nothing left behind.”

"A lot of people really died back then..."

Chang Xu looked up.

On the gray-black stone wall, hundreds of photos were densely embedded in the wall. Faces as gray as tombstones faced him coldly, and their soulless eyes stared straight at him.

One photo has very bright colors, showing the face of an adult man, his eyes full of fear.

Chang Xu used that photo as a reference and looked around. He noticed that among the hundreds of photos of children, there were 29 photos of adults, both male and female, of different races and from all over the world.

Chang Xu looked at the photos one after another, and an extremely familiar face suddenly caught his eye.

The delicate face, soft eyebrows and thin lips are clearly Qisi!

He walked over and saw the number in the lower right corner of the photo——

"47".

……

"47. In your opinion, has Ms. Medina ever been injured or sick?"

After seeing the main mission of [Killing Ms. Medina], Jiang Junjue asked Qis beside him casually.

Qisi stared at the remaining soil in the water, pretending to be frightened. After a while, he told lies in a recalling tone: "Maybe she suffered. I remember she fell down the stairs once. She fell down and bled a lot. She was in a bad mood during that time and punished several classmates."

The players silently wrote down the information:

First, Ms. Medina can be injured and her physical fitness is similar to that of a human being. Killing her is not an impossible task.

Second, after Ms. Medina is injured, she will enter the second stage and punish the students more frequently. Therefore, you must take action carefully and strive to kill in one blow.

The group of people walked out of the bathroom and met the players waiting outside. They saw solemnity on each other's faces.

NPCs in official pool dungeons are usually unkillable by players. The task of killing a certain NPC is very rare. There is very little experience on the forum and there is no paradigm to learn from.

What's more, the death of the player who was imprisoned in the confinement room is still vivid in his mind. Who knows whether in the process of attacking Ms. Medina, he will be imprisoned by her in the same way and then die miserably.

Players vaguely remember the opening scene of the dungeon. Ms. Medina only said one sentence and controlled the players to walk to the confinement room on their own. Although the two Ms. Medina look different, who knows if the current Ms. Medina will have similar abilities?

Outside the bathroom, Jiang Junjue narrated what happened in the bathroom in a concise and concise manner, which made the players who had not taken a shower even more uneasy.

There is indeed a ghost in the bathroom, and someone just died. No matter what you think, you can't react.

But under the rules, they have no room to retreat.

After all, the remaining twenty people were divided into men and women, and took their time to finish the bath.

It seems that all the dangers of the day were spent on the first trip here, and the players did not encounter any abnormalities in the following two trips.

Jiang Junjue lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, saying vaguely: "I have a guess about the cause of that man's death. He may not have died in confinement, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until now to die in front of us. He was killed. His should be the dirt on his back, everyone should be careful not to get dirty."

"Not necessarily. He died in front of us, maybe to trigger the main mission." Chen Lidong objected.

He knew that Jiang Junjue's assertion that "you won't die in confinement" was to dispel the players' fear and make them dare to attack Ms. Medina.

As a "philanthropist" who is not affected by school rules, Chen Lidong prefers players to maintain their previous fear. In this way, only he dares to take action, and the performance score of the dungeon will definitely be much higher.

At the moment, Chen Lidong pretended to analyze seriously: "Because someone died in confinement, we were scared and felt that if we didn't take action, we would be dead, so we wanted to kill Ms. Medina. This makes sense. Otherwise, why would we students risk our lives?" What about killing people?”

Zhou Datong on the side asked blankly: "But, 47 came out of the confinement room, didn't he die?"

"Are you stupid?" Chen Lidong's eyes twitched slightly, "Can NPCs and players be the same?"

Jiang Junjue laughed and said, "It's all speculation anyway, who knows whether it's right or wrong. I won't say anything anymore and go back to the dormitory to sleep early."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, yawned profusely, and wandered towards the stairs on the side of the bathroom.

The players followed in a mighty manner.

The old iron stairs were so rusted that they made a creaking noise when you stepped on them, sounding like they might fall apart at any moment.

As usual, Qisi walked at the end of the team, brushing off the folds of his school uniform.

Catching a glimpse of something, he looked down and saw a red maple leaf-shaped emblem on the chest of the school uniform, with the number "47" written in black pen underneath.

Ziss remembered that when he first saw this school uniform in the solitary room, it had no patterns on it.

When did this outfit change?

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