Who invited the witch into the eerie game?

"what?"

Su Xiaoshuang opened her eyes and woke up.

She looked around, then pinched herself to make sure she was really awake, and not waking up from a dream.

However, everything I saw in my dream just now was so real, so real that it was terrifying.

In her dream, she saw that the students of Blackrock Mountain College were all living dead.

In her dream, she saw an extended corridor and walls stained with blood.

In her dream, she saw books filled with intellectual pollution.

In her dream, she saw the chef in the underground morgue.

She saw how those fresh steaks were made.

Furthermore, the chef was "happy" to see her and asked her if she had any fresh corpses. Did she create those corpses?

"Is this a dream, or reality? Could it be related to the disappearance of the previous professor of occultism?"

Su Xiaoshuang muttered to herself, "Wait, why did I say the previous professor of occultism had disappeared? Could it be some kind of memory that the NPC carries with him?"

After checking the time, she quickly tidied herself up and went to the school cafeteria.

Breakfast at Blackrock Mountain College is similar to a hotel buffet on Earth; you can choose whatever you want.

Su Xiaoshuang took a piece of white bread and a cup of black tea.

As she passed by the fried pork cutlet, she remembered the fresh pork cutlets she had seen in her dream.

Theoretically speaking, she should feel disgusted, fearful, or even repulsed just like any other normal person upon seeing these fried pork cutlets.

However, Su Xiaoshuang remained completely unmoved.

On the contrary, her body felt an intense craving, as if the food before her was an unimaginable delicacy, and she couldn't wait to eat the fried pork chop.

However, Su Xiaoshuang suppressed this feeling.

Just because an NPC likes to eat or wants to eat something doesn't mean she'll eat it; she might simply refuse to.

Lecturer Chelsea walked by and said, "Professor Monica, these fried pork chops taste really good today. You should try them."

"Um."

Su Xiaoshuang took a serving of fried pork chop.

If you don't want to eat it later, you can just put it into the game terminal.

Seeing Su Xiaoshuang take a plate of fried pork cutlet, lecturer Chelsea's smile grew even brighter as he waved and left.

Speaking of which, apart from lecturer Chelsea, Su Xiaoshuang didn't see any other professors.

Su Xiaoshuang didn't care.

After a quick breakfast, Su Xiaoshuang left the restaurant and returned to her office.

Along the way, she did not see the extended corridor as she had in her dream, nor did she see blood seeping from the walls.

Is everything normal at the moment?

Just as she was thinking this, Su Xiaoshuang heard a knock on the window.

Because it was daytime, the curtains were open.

So, when Su Xiaoshuang looked up, she saw a huge eyeball outside the window.

This gave Su Xiaoshuang a huge fright.

Her big eyes rolled left and right, and her gaze met Su Xiaoshuang's. The air fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, the big-eyed girl spoke: "Professor Monica, you can see me?"

Su Xiaoshuang didn't answer, she just stared at those strange, big eyes.

At first, she was very scared.

But gradually, I stopped being afraid.

Instead, Su Xiaoshuang was pondering a question.

If she had a needle right now and pricked those big eyes, would they pop out like a balloon?

Su Xiaoshuang quickly dismissed the idea; it would be terrible if the giant eyeball exploded, spraying foul-smelling sewage everywhere.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the big eyeball, receiving no response from Su Xiaoshuang, slowly drifted away.

Su Xiaoshuang breathed a sigh of relief; she had just been about to pull out the pulse gun from her leg ring.

But just a few seconds later, the big eyeballs floated back.

It said ominously, "Professor Monica, I see you."

"Professor Stan."

Su Xiaoshuang said, "You're disgusting."

Suddenly, the large eyeballs that almost filled the entire window began to shrink, turning back into the head of a thin middle-aged man.

This is Professor Stan from Blackrock Mountain College.

Professor Stan usually likes to walk around the college.

To avoid being discovered by the students, he especially liked to stand by the back window, close one eye, and observe secretly.

These were the memories that surfaced in Su Xiaoshuang's mind after she calmed down.

After all, people who act strangely don't like to talk when they're doing something.

Wait a minute, something seems off.

Upon closer reflection, judging from Professor Stan's changes, it's highly likely that all the professors at Blackrock Mountain Academy are unspeakably strange and mysterious.

For some unknown reason, Professor Stan was very dissatisfied with Su Xiaoshuang, the new professor of occultism.

Perhaps they felt that Su Xiaoshuang was too young and not qualified to be a professor at Blackrock Mountain Academy.

"Professor Monica, I will speak to the principal about your rudeness."

Professor Stan gave Su Xiaoshuang a cold look and left in extreme dissatisfaction.

He can tolerate anything except being called disgusting.

He remembered this grudge.

Su Xiaoshuang sat in the chair, lost in thought.

After what just happened, she figured out another rule of Blackrock Mountain Academy.

The strange behavior of the wandering figure in the academy is likely that of a professor. If you call out the professor's name, the professor will revert to the normal form you perceive.

Conversely, if you fail to recognize your opponent in time, you will either die or fight.

"No, I can't stay in the office forever."

Su Xiaoshuang stood up.

She decided to go to the library to gather more information.

This was her original plan, but the dream she had last night made Su Xiaoshuang somewhat wary of the library.

"Professor Monica, have you seen a list of transfer students?"

"Lecturer Chelsea knocked on the door and said."

"Here it is." Su Xiaoshuang took out the list.

"Professor Monica, thank you so much."

Chelsea said, "As for Professor Stan, please don't pay him any mind. He's just a pathetic old stubborn man, ever since that incident."

"That matter?"

Su Xiaoshuang asked with some confusion.

"Professor Monica, you may not know this."

Chelsea looked around and whispered, "This happened two and a half years ago. Bridgman Tesla, a brilliant student at Blackrock Mountain College, died."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't say too much about this. Bridgman is Professor Stan's proudest student."

"If you want to know more, you can go to the library and look up newspapers from two and a half years ago."

Is that right?

Su Xiaoshuang seemed to be deep in thought. Wasn't it too coincidental that this Chelsea lecturer had arrived?

She was just about to gather some clues when the other party arrived with them.

Chelsea, holding the list, was about to leave when he turned back, puzzled, after taking a few steps: "Professor Monica, didn't the pork chop taste good this morning? You didn't seem to eat it?"

"The fried pork chop is delicious," Su Xiaoshuang said calmly.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't smell the fried pork cutlet, I thought you hadn't eaten it."

Chelsea gave a sly smile: "It's been so long since I've had such delicious fried pork chops, Professor Monica, you should eat more."