Infinite spooky game

Chapter 181 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-six) "I'm not a pervert"

In a small room on the second floor of the school, players squeezed into a space of less than thirty cubic meters and wrote hard.

Jiang Junjue took out a flashlight from nowhere and inserted it into a hole in the roof, providing better lighting than nothing.

Thirteen men and three women were not pretentious. They each divided a small pile of furs with ghost symbols on them and carefully copied the symbols on them.

At 11:20, all the symbols that looked like words had been copied. A few people were worried, so they picked up the materials that other players had copied, and copied them again on their own paper, keeping them for later use. .

Jiang Junjue looked around and felt that something was missing, but he couldn't remember it.

A player asked at the right time: "How do we know what these words mean? Do we have to go to Ms. Medina to ask?"

"It's no use asking Ms. Medina. If she knew these words, she would have figured out how to prepare the medicine herself after suffering from 'insomnia'." Jiang Junjue squinted his eyes and picked up another cigarette. "As for how to identify these words, I have some guesses... Go to the fourth floor and take a look, maybe you can find a solution. "

The players looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Since entering the dungeon, most of their activities have been limited to the first to third floors. Except for the seven people who first went up to explore, no one else has been to the fourth floor.

If no clues can be found elsewhere, according to the elimination method, you can only try your luck on the fourth floor.

It was still early for lunch, so the group of people left the room and walked towards the stairs.

When they were about to go upstairs, the players spontaneously formed a team, led by Jiang Junjue.

Jiang Junjue pulled out a long sword from the toolbar and held it in front of him. He walked up the stairs at a leisurely pace, making a soft "rustling" sound as he stepped on the moss-covered concrete stairs step by step.

The corridor was much more dilapidated than the first day, with large water marks on the walls on both sides. The external heat and internal cold caused the cement to crack, and viscous liquid flowed out of the cracks, entraining white insect eggs the size of rice grains.

A green mushroom as thick as a finger spits tentacles at the junction of the steps and the wall. If one accidentally steps on it, the umbrella crown will explode immediately, emitting a disgusting rancid smell.

The air seems to be filled with invisible shadows. The further you go, the greater the air pressure becomes, as if an invisible force is acting on your body. If you walk a little faster, you will feel difficulty breathing, chest tightness and shortness of breath.

The team of sixteen people can be considered a large number of people, but there are still a few timid players who show signs of retreat and even tremble.

This is not a spontaneous fear on their part, but more like an aura acting on a subconscious level that is preventing them from moving forward.

Jiang Junjue held his long sword horizontally and raised his feet without changing his steps. He finally reached the last step of the stairs and stood firmly on the corridor of the fourth floor.

In an instant, countless cries and screams rang in my ears.

"It hurts...we are in so much pain..."

"Please... let us go..."

"I don't want to die...wuwuwu...I don't want to die..."

The cries of children came one after another, almost breaking through Jiang Junjue's mind. Even if he covered his ears, those sounds still poured into his mind non-stop.

He was breathing hard and could barely stand.

Behind him, several players who followed him up the stairs also encountered the same situation. Some squatted on the ground holding their heads, while others had tears streaming down their faces even though they managed to stand up straight.

Fortunately, the abnormality only lasted for half a minute. The sounds in his ears gradually became softer and gradually returned to the calmness of the dead water. Only the echo-like tinnitus was still buzzing.

Jiang Junjue looked at the time. It was already half past eleven, and there was still half an hour before lunch.

He didn't know if something would happen next that would make him unable to go to the cafeteria in time; but he had come, and he couldn't leave empty-handed...

He looked back at the half of the players who were standing at the top of the stairs and did not dare to take another step forward: "If you are afraid, just give me the copied information and go back alone. Follow me if you are not afraid."

In a few seconds, most of the players retreated sparsely, and Jiang Junjue had a thick stack of white paper in his hand.

In addition, Jiang Junjue only has seven people left on the fourth floor, two of whom are still members of Tingfeng Guild.

The situation did not exceed Jiang Junjue's expectation. He glanced into the depths of the corridor, which was so dark that he could hardly see the way forward. He turned on the flashlight and walked towards the room that he had explored with Zhang Yiyu in his memory.

He frowned as his thinking reached a certain point.

Where did Zhang Yiyu go? Why did he feel like he hadn't seen her for a while?
Jiang Junjue vaguely remembered that he didn't seem to see the girl among the army of copywriters in the small room, and subconsciously looked back at the players following him.

Zhang Yiyu, who looked like a sparrow, was following at the end of the team. Three positions ahead of her was Chen Lidong, who had a price of RMB 2,580,000.

Seeing that two players with special identities were under his nose, Jiang Junjue was relieved, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried: the amnesia effect caused by "insomnia" was really serious, and his memory was confused.

Zhang Yiyu looked at Jiang Junjue inexplicably, and her heart rang with alarm. She quickly reviewed the words she had prepared with Chen Lidong in her mind, but Jiang Junjue didn't say anything, so she turned around and moved on.

For a moment, she was even more upset.

She and Chen Lidong had just returned to the main force five minutes ago. At that time, they arrived at the second floor and happened to see the tail of the player team at the top of the stairs, so they followed them quietly.

When Jiang Junjue asked the scared people to go back, she tried to retreat, but Chen Lidong grabbed her and she could only stay on the fourth floor in agony.

The team of seven traveled slowly and soon, led by Jiang Junjue, entered the room at the bottom of the corridor.

There are low tables neatly placed in the classroom-like space. They are tables, but in terms of height, length and width, they look more like an anatomy experiment table.

There is a white skeleton on every table, which can be seen to the naked eye as belonging to a child.

The moment Jiang Junjue entered the room, the skeletons all turned to face him, opening and closing their lipless mouths to sing strange songs. It was the first time for several players to see this posture and they couldn't help but take a half step back.

Jiang Junjue calmly exhaled smoke and maintained a calm and steady persona in front of his companions.

He waited for half a minute, and the skeletons sang more and more energetically, with no intention of quieting down.

He simply unfolded the paper with the ghost symbols in his hand and placed it in front of the skeleton closest to him.

The skeleton was stunned for two seconds, and the syllables he spat out changed the tone, probably due to the copy mechanism, and he began to translate the words on the paper.

The skeleton's accent was very thick, and the players looked at each other, still not understanding what it meant.

Zhang Yiyu also listened attentively. She was in a trance when lines of silver-white text appeared before her eyes without any warning. She subconsciously read out:

"The recipe for treating insomnia is as follows: half a person's poisonous mushroom, half a person's yellow butterfly, half a person's yellow flowers, and half a person's black soil, mix them together and cook them, and one person will be cured."

"Half a person"? What's the meaning?
Zhang Yiyu frowned slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Jiang Junjue staring at her quietly.

Jiang Junjue took off the cigarette from his lips with two fingers, with a complicated expression: "It seems that only a witch can understand the words of the aboriginal ghosts. In other words, there are some key information that only Xiao Zhang can know..."

Zhang Yiyu whispered: "Boss, I actually don't understand anything. It's just that some text has been refreshed on the system interface..."

"You keep talking, I'll listen." Jiang Junjue nodded slowly, "So, what does the quantifier 'half a person' mean?"

"Isn't this obvious? People who die in the bathroom or archives will turn into soil, and people who die in other places will randomly grow mushrooms, yellow butterflies or yellow flowers..." Chen Lidong said, his voice deepened, " The relics of two dead people mixed into a potion can cure one person. We happen to have eighteen people, that is, twelve will die and six will be saved..."

The air was stagnant for a moment, Jiang Junjue smacked his lips and smoked heavily, his eyes with light wrinkles always looking deeply at Zhang Yiyu.

Zhang Yiyu was so frightened by the sight that she could only lower her head to avoid the scrutinizing gaze.

Without warning, a clear voice sounded at the bottom of her mind: "Zhang Yiyu, break a rule as soon as possible and find a way to be put in a solitary room."

This voice was extremely familiar, and it belonged to Ziss who had been buried alive in the cemetery, but it was no longer as weak as before. It sounded in excellent condition, and it didn't look like he was trapped in a coffin at all.

"You... you're not dead?" Zhang Yiyu trembled all over, "Then why didn't you say a word at that time? I thought you were already dead..."

She closed her eyes and saw the golden vines suspended in the dark hall of thought. The tail end, which was only as thick as a fingernail, was curling up with the blades of her soul, rubbing them one after another.

The death warning was beating like crazy. She remembered what she said to Chen Lidong, how she vowed to kill Qisi together with Chen Lidong, and how she not only filled the pit with several shovels of soil, but also stepped on it several times...

At this moment, she only felt as if her back was bathed in a cold wind, being blown mercilessly and making her chill.

It's over, it's over, "Si Qi" has never been a generous person...

She would definitely have her soul crushed and tortured to death, right?
"Hmm, I'm still alive. Those previous performances were all lies to you, I'm afraid you won't act like it."

Qisi lay in the dark coffin, smacking the tool man's fear from a distance, without saying a word about being buried alive.

It was expected that Chen Lidong would see the flaw. After all, he did not know enough about the copy when he made up the original lie. Although he made a lot of ambiguities in the details, as more and more clues were revealed, Clever Sooner or later people can come back to their senses.

Likewise, he knew that he would soon become a thorn in Lady Medina's side.

After burning down the archives, he used the mechanism of the dungeon to get Nobuhiro Yamakawa to take the blame and die. Who knows if other players will notice the clues and report him?
At this point, it is inevitable to enter another space through the coffin.

At the moment he lay in the coffin, countless non-narrative information poured into Zis's mind, telling him that the coffin must be completely buried with soil in order to travel through time and space.

Since entering the dungeon, Qisi has figured out Zhang Yiyu's character. He knows that she is timid and has no stance, and will shrink back when encountering the slightest danger. He also knows that her strength is worrying, full of flaws, and she cannot act covertly.

Let her shoulder the important task of burying the soil, and there is a high probability that something will happen.

Therefore, Zis did not threaten the tool person with harsh clauses such as "not allowed to harm the interests of the subject" and "the object will die after the subject dies" as in the past; at the same time, he has always maintained an indifferent and condescending attitude.

——It is to facilitate Zhang Yiyu's betrayal.

At this moment, Qiss smiled gently and continued to order: "After entering the confinement room, find a place to drop the team ring. If possible, find a way to carve '47' in the corner. If you can't do it, forget it."

The judgment did not fall to the ground, just like the Sword of Damocles hanging above her head. Zhang Yiyu looked at the vine that was still playing with the leaves of her soul, and felt as if there were countless ants crawling in her heart, which made her itch.

Qisi's words "If you can't do it, forget it" sounded bland and gentle, but she never dared to neglect it, and kept saying silently in her heart: "I will definitely do it!"

Then I heard the young man tut: "What's wrong? You're so scared... I'm not a pervert who likes to cut people into pieces and then cook them and eat them."

Zhang Yiyu: "..."

Jiang Junjue couldn't hear the conversation between Zhang Yiyu and Qisi in the conscious space. When he saw the girl's face suddenly turned pale, he thought she had betrayed herself under his pressure, and immediately asked: "Xiao Zhang, according to the formula you mentioned, Twelve of us have to die, what do you think?"

"Me? Haha..." Zhang Yiyu laughed dryly, then suddenly grabbed the edge of her school uniform and peeled it off.

Jiang Junjue subconsciously overidentified, but fortunately the girl just took off her school uniform, revealing the green clothes underneath.

All the players were confused for the first time and couldn't figure out what the fuss was about when she took off her clothes in public.

The next second, Ms. Medina rushed into the room furiously and shouted in a sharp voice: "You bad boy who doesn't wear a school uniform, go to the solitary room by yourself immediately!"

　Thanks to Zihuai Moyu for the 1000-point reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)