Infinite spooky game

No one can enter the office anyway.

Although the pocket watch of destiny can be used to go back several times, the soul in one's hand is the chip for the future gambling table. The more you use it, the less you have. Qis still plans to use it sparingly.

He stood at the stairs and waited for a while, then saw Lingzi's figure appear from the corner of the corridor, casting a long and lonely shadow behind her.

Lingzi also saw Qi Si and asked with a smile: "Lu Ming, have you handed the self-review to Teacher Li?"

Qi Si put on an awkward expression and said, "I just made her angry this afternoon, and now I don't know how to face her. Lingzi, you have a good relationship with Teacher Li, so could you please help me hand over the self-review to her and say a few words for me?"

He handed the self-review to Lingzi, who took it with a comforting smile: "Teacher Li is a really nice person. As long as you sincerely admit your mistakes, she won't be too bothered by you. However, I'll still help you hand the self-review to her first."

Qi Si thanked her repeatedly and watched Lingzi go into the office and come out again.

"Teacher Li is not in the office." The girl said regretfully, "A self-review should be handed in in person."

"Is it?"

Qi Si was extremely sure that Li Fang was in the office. Li Fang was in the office at the time before the retrospection. There was no reason why the situation would be different after retrospecting again.

Did Lingzi enter a different space than him? Or was it because of the principle of "one mountain can't accommodate two tigers" that Lingzi couldn't see Li Fang, who was also an important NPC? Then what should he do in class?
Qi Si asked carefully: "Lingzi, do you have a class with Teacher Li tomorrow?"

"Yes." Lingzi nodded and agreed, "Then I will help you hand in the review to Teacher Li tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you very much."

The bell for the start of evening self-study rang at the right time, and the students in the corridor hurried to their respective classrooms.

Qi Si returned to his seat in the Grade 9 () classroom and saw the day's homework written in chalk on the blackboard. A teacher-like person was sitting on the podium. Everything was no different from an ordinary middle school evening study session.

He took out Lu Ming's homework and started writing it patiently. The knowledge in junior high school was very simple, and the homework was not very demanding. He had finished all the written homework before the first evening self-study class was halfway through.

There were voices coming from a distance, and it sounded like the teacher was scolding the students.

"Why are you not paying attention on your homework? What are you looking out the window for?"

"How much homework is left? Are you still going to do the extracurricular questions?"

"You're so lazy and stupid. What are you doing sitting here? Why don't you just die?"

Qi Si probably understood what he heard. It must be that a teacher found that the students were not paying enough attention during the evening study during the inspection, so he scolded them.

Such strictness is normal in some middle schools that implement military management; but in this copy, it is very inconsistent.

Qi Si clearly remembered that the bulletin board of Hope Middle School repeatedly stated that the students were given a happy education that developed their nature; the students during the day were also quite lawless and did not look like they were living under high pressure.

This copy exudes a strong sense of separation, as if two completely different sets of rules were forcibly blended together.

After the patrolling teacher finished scolding the students in one class, the footsteps sounded again, stopping at the next class.

"Why are you standing up? Do you have the teacher's permission to go to the bathroom?"

"The teacher didn't see your hand? Then just keep it raised..."

Just like that, the patrolling teacher walked to Qi Si's class.

Qi Si picked up the pen and wrote line after line on the draft book without looking away. It was a heartfelt review.

The homework has been completed, and just checking it can easily be regarded as laziness and slacking off; and he searched through Lu Ming's drawers and didn't find any extracurricular questions... Then he could only write a self-criticism.

Footsteps entered the classroom and two students were picked up, standing silently in preparation for being scolded.

The teacher in charge of the evening study stood up immediately and carried them out of the classroom one by one.

The footsteps stopped beside Qi Si, and a pale hand pulled out the draft book that Qi Si was writing. "Stand up, what are you writing? There is no composition homework in your class, right? It's already this time, and you're still writing nonsense?"

Qi Si stood up and finally saw the appearance of the patrolling teacher.

He was wearing a pure black suit, his face was as pale as paper, his facial features were as flat as if they were painted on, and his limbs were skinny and long, making it easy for people to associate him with a mummy and human skin.

His drawing style is obviously out of tune with other NPCs. If the others are as real as living people, he is obviously a ghost, and one that just walked out of an underfunded text game and has not had time to be three-dimensionalized.

"I'm writing a self-criticism to Teacher Li." Qi Si said truthfully.

Although he has already finished writing one copy, who says he can't write more than one copy of the self-criticism?

"Which Teacher Li?" The patrol teacher stared at Qis with his dark eyes, as if trying to judge whether he was lying.

Qi Si did not dodge and answered in a low voice: "It's Teacher Li Fang."

"Li Fang?" The patrol teacher's voice was cold and awkward. "It's already this late, and you're still doing this kind of useless stuff... I have to go find her tomorrow."

Qi Si successfully diverted the conflict and continued to look at the teacher in front of him who was obviously a ghost with a look of trepidation. Then he saw the teacher made a downward gesture to him: "Sit down and do your homework quickly."

"I have finished my homework. I originally wanted to do the extracurricular exercises, but the extracurricular exercises were collected by Teacher Li and have not been distributed yet." Qi Si added fuel to the fire.

He searched other students' desks before dinner to make sure that no one had extracurricular exercises in their drawers. When he was asked to go to the office in the afternoon, he saw a mountain of extracurricular exercises and practice papers under Li Fang's desk.

Although I don't know why Li Fang collected the students' extracurricular questions and didn't hand them out, it's a good idea to use it to shirk responsibility now.

As for whether Li Fang is a good teacher or a bad teacher, what does it have to do with him?

It was precisely because the system notes and Lingzi said that Li Fang was a good teacher that Qi Si dared to deal with her so blatantly. After all, a good teacher basically has the professional ethics of "not taking out anger on students".

As expected, after listening to Qi Si's words, the inspector looked even more dissatisfied, muttering: "Li Fang is too outrageous, we must talk to her, we must!"

He turned and walked away without paying any attention to the remaining students. Several of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

Qi Si sat back in his seat with his eyes downcast, and picked up a Chinese textbook to start reading.

……

The live broadcast room was filled with lively chatter.

"Isn't Siqi going too far? I feel that Li Fang is indeed a responsible teacher. If he tells tales like this and wants to expel me from junior high school, other teachers will definitely not want to see him."

"Saint Mary, please stop worrying. This is a copy of a weird game. No matter how responsible Li Fang is, he is still a ghost. Which normal person would empathize with a ghost?"

"By the way, isn't Qi Si worried about the consequences of doing this? Oh, he has been isolated by his classmates and disliked by his teachers, so it's okay then."

"This instance feels so real. If it weren't for the patrol teacher, I would have thought I was actually going to junior high school..."

...Qis couldn't see the barrage, but he could see the continuous rewards and sentiment pie charts, which flashed and were quite annoying.

He was too lazy to pay attention to it and simply hid the interface. He studied the textbooks of various subjects without having to look at them and without getting bothered. He almost recalled most of the knowledge he learned in junior high school.

The underlying setting of this copy world is almost the same as the reality. Even the textbooks are the versions that Qis is familiar with. For a few moments, Qis really thought he was repeating high school.

He checked the schedule for tomorrow's class and prepared and reviewed the corresponding lessons to prevent the copy from doing a random check with malicious intent or randomly adding exams, which is a common setting in school copies where if you fail, you will be chased by ghosts.

The first evening self-study session ended, the bell rang, and all the students recovered from their frightened state and dispersed.

Some picked up their cups and went out to get water, some took their homework and compared answers with the people in front and behind them, and others were whispering to each other.

"The dean is getting more and more ferocious. He is so scary. I was scared to death the moment he entered the class."

"Lu Ming actually complained about the old witch to him. Hahaha. The two of them have always been at odds. I wonder who will win this time."

"I feel like Lu Ming is going to be in trouble tomorrow. He's really different lately. He always offends the old witch."

Qi Si heard every word clearly, and thus realized that the inspecting teacher was the dean of studies, and that he had a long-standing grudge against Li Fang.

I just don't know if this hatred stems from differences in ideas between colleagues or the territorial consciousness of the goblins...

Qi Si looked out the window and saw that the two students who had been called out before were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had gone to the dean's office to confess their sins.

He walked out and walked back and forth in the corridor, but did not see anyone standing in the corner as punishment.

He returned to the classroom and asked the boy at the back table, "They were taken away by the dean for fifteen minutes, and we don't know when they will be back. Aren't you afraid that spending so much time on the lecture will affect their studies?"

The boy looked at him coldly without saying a word, making it clear that he was going to ignore him.

Qi Si pulled out the blade from his bracelet and smiled gently.

The boy swallowed and said, "They probably won't come back. I don't know what's wrong with the dean of studies lately. He persuades anyone he doesn't like to leave. All the people he has arrested have never appeared again."

Is it really just a persuasion? Qi Si was not convinced, but he did not intend to ask more.

The bell rang for class, and he turned around and watched the students return to their seats one after another. The teacher also sat on the podium, staring quietly at the students sitting below.

The two students who were caught and kicked out of the class by the dean did not come back. The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the only sound was the rubbing of pens on paper.

Time passed by minute by minute. Qi Si finished reading the textbook of Morality and Law with relish and glanced at the dial of the pocket watch of destiny.

It’s 8:50, and there are still 20 minutes left before the end of the second evening self-study class. The time is almost up.

He raised his right hand, covered his stomach with his left hand, and his whole body began to tremble violently, looking like someone who was feeling unwell but was forcing himself to endure it.

The teacher on the podium looked up, saw Qi Si's raised hand, and asked, "Lu Ming, what's wrong with you?"

Qi Si said weakly, "Teacher, my stomach hurts and I want to go to the toilet."

He was so weak that he looked like he would die in the classroom any second.

The teacher nodded quickly: "Go quickly, and be careful on the road."

Qi Si said "Thank you, teacher" and left the classroom through the back door.

He had long planned to end the evening self-study early and search the dormitory while other students were away; and from the words of the dean scolding other students for not raising their hands to report going to the toilet, he knew that going to the toilet during the evening self-study period was allowed, as long as the teacher's permission was obtained.

So, it is completely feasible to get away by using the excuse of going to the toilet at the end of evening self-study.

Qi Si walked towards the direction of Grade 10 ().

There are stairs on both sides of the teaching building, but except when people are fighting for the front row seats during meals, few people use the stairs on the Junior 10 () Class side.

Because there is a dirty and smelly toilet next to it, the smell inside is enough to make people almost faint. It is more terrifying than the teacher's office.

Qi Si walked past the toilet holding his breath, and suddenly heard a very low sobbing sound coming from the toilet, the lingering sound lingered in his ears.

Someone was crying, it seemed to be a girl.

He glanced sideways and once again saw the dark pool of blood slowly flowing out of the toilet, like a deliberate scar, stretching across the ground.

As soon as his steps paused, Qis couldn't hold his breath anymore. He took a deep breath and a strong stench of decay filled his nostrils. It belonged to a dead body.

There is a dead person in the toilet. Someone must have come to the toilet during the ten minutes between evening self-study sessions, but no one noticed anything unusual, which means that the dead person in the toilet is the kind that the NPC cannot see.

Is it similar to the situation with Reiko's head in the cafeteria's storage room?

Qi Si held the pocket watch of destiny and walked closer step by step.

The pool of blood came from the women's restroom. He followed the path to the pool of blood, turned in calmly, and opened the iron door of the cubicle where the blood was flowing.

The stench behind the door escaped the seal and hit my face, and the sight of blood and maggots caught my eye.

Qi Si saw that the girl's limbs were bent into a ball, her whole body was stuffed into the small squat pit, and her pale face was leaning against the edge.

She looked dazed and innocent, as if she didn't know why she had suffered such a disaster, and as if she hoped that someone who witnessed all this could lend a hand.

It's Reiko again!

Including the opening CG of the dungeon, this is the third corpse of Reiko that Qi Si has seen in this dungeon!

How could a person who is still alive and kicking have so many bodies that died in different places, at different times, and in different ways?

Is it an illusion or some other setting?
Before my eyes, a large system prompt was refreshed.

[Congratulations on finding three bodies of Lingzi and discovering one of the core mechanisms of this dungeon]

[The girl's fate has been determined by the gods. No matter how many times she reincarnates, she cannot escape the infinite cycle of seven days.]

[She is destined to die, and will suffer more and more. No one can change her fate, but some people start reincarnation without knowing their own limitations.]

[Let the pain and sorrow end as soon as possible. Please find her body within seven days and let the dying people trapped in the cycle rest in peace.]

[The main mission has been triggered]

Under the original main task of "Participate in the fireworks festival seven days later", there is an additional row of optional tasks.

[Main Quest: Find Qi Lingzi's Body (3/7)] (End of this Chapter)