No matter what, the office is out of bounds.
Although the Destiny Pocket Watch can be used to recall several times, the soul in the hand is the bargaining chip on the gambling table in the future. Use a little and you will lose a little. Qisi still plans to use it sparingly.
He stood at the top of the stairs and waited for a while, and saw Reiko's figure appearing from the corner of the corridor, all alone, casting a long and narrow shadow behind her.
Lingzi also saw Qisi and asked with a smile: "Lu Ming, have you handed over the review to Teacher Li?"
Qisi put on an embarrassed look and said: "I I just made her angry in the afternoon, and now I don’t know how to face her. Reiko, you have a good relationship with Teacher Li. Could you please hand over the review to her and say a few words to me?”
He handed the self-examination forward, and Lingzi reached out to take it with a relieved smile: "Teacher Li is really nice. As long as you sincerely admit your mistakes, she won't care too much about you. However, I'll help you with the self-examination first. Leave it to her."
Qisi thanked her repeatedly and watched Lingzi enter the office and come out again.
"Teacher Li is not in the office." The girl said regretfully, "Originally, the review should be handed in in person."
"Really?"
Qi Si was extremely sure that Li Fang was in the office. Li Fang was in the office at this time before going back. There was no reason that the situation would be different after going back again.
Is the space that Reiko entered different from his? Or is it because of the principle of "one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers" that Reiko can't see Li Fang, who is also an important NPC? So what to do in class?
Qisi asked after careful consideration: "Lingzi, do you have Teacher Li's class tomorrow?"
"Yes." Lingzi nodded and agreed proactively, "Then I will help you tomorrow. Leave the review to Teacher Li.”
“Okay, thank you.”
The bell rang for the start of evening self-study, and the students in the corridor hurried to their classrooms. go.
Qisi returned to his seat in the classroom of Grade 3 (9) and saw the day's homework written in chalk on the blackboard. A teacher-looking person was sitting on the podium. Everything was no different from an ordinary middle school evening self-study.
He took out Lu Ming's homework and started writing it very patiently. The knowledge in junior high school is very simple, and the homework assignments are not very demanding. Only halfway through the first period of evening self-study, he has already finished all the homework on paper.
There were voices in the distance, it sounded like the teacher was scolding the students.
“You are so unfocused on your homework? Why are you looking out the window?”
“How much homework is left? Are you still writing extracurricular questions?”
"You're lazy and stupid, what are you doing sitting here? Why don't you go die?"
Qisi probably understood. It should be that a teacher was inspecting and found that the students were not focused enough on self-study in the evening, so it was easy to scold him. .
In some middle schools that implement militarized management, such strictness would be normal; but in this dungeon, it is very inconsistent.
Chisi clearly remembers that the bulletin board of Hope Middle School kept saying that the students were given a happy education that promotes their nature; the students during the day were quite lawless and did not seem to be living under high pressure. look like.
This copy has a strong sense of fragmentation, as if two completely different sets of rules have been forcibly combined.
After the patrolling teacher scolded the students in one class, footsteps sounded again, stopping in the next class.
"What are you doing standing up? Did you get permission from the teacher to go to the toilet?"
"Raise your hand and the teacher didn't see it? Then you just keep raising it..."
< br>In this way, the patrol teacher walked to Qisi’s class.
Qisi picked up the pen and wrote down line after line of words in the draft book without squinting. It was a sincere review.
The homework has been done, and checking it can easily be regarded as laziness and relaxation; and he rummaged through Lu Ming's drawer and found no extracurricular questions... so he could only write a review.
Footsteps walked into the class, and two students were picked up, silently preparing to be scolded.
The teacher in charge of evening self-study on the podium immediately stood up and carried them out of the classroom one by one.
The footsteps stopped next to Qisi, and a pale hand pulled out the draft written by Qisi: "Stand up, what are you writing? There is no composition homework in your class, right? What time is it? Are you still writing messy things?”
Qisi 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 a painting, and his limbs were thin and long, making it easy for people to think of mummies and human skin.
His style of painting is obviously incompatible with other NPCs. If the others are as real as living people, he is obviously a ghost, and he has just come out of a word game with insufficient funds. The kind that can be made three-dimensional in time.
"I am writing a review to Teacher Li." Qisi said truthfully.
Although he has already finished one copy, who stipulates that he cannot write more copies of the review?
"Which Teacher Li?" The patrolling teacher stared at Qisi with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to judge whether he was lying.
Qisi did not dodge and answered in a low voice: "It's Teacher Li Fang."
"Li Fang?" The patrolling teacher's voice was cold and jerky, "How long has it been since you started doing such useless things? ...I have to go find her tomorrow."
Qisi successfully deflected the conflict and continued to look at the teacher who was obviously a ghost in front of him with a look of fear, and then he saw the latter doing something to him. A downward gesture: "Sit down and do your homework quickly."
"I finished my homework. I originally wanted to do extracurricular questions, but Teacher Li collected the extracurricular questions and hasn't sent them out yet. ." Chis added jealously.
He searched the desks of other students before dinner to make sure that there were no extracurricular questions in everyone's drawers. When he was invited to the office in the afternoon, he saw mountains of extracurricular questions and exercise papers under Li Fang's desk.
Although I don’t know why Li Fang collected the students’ extracurricular questions and didn’t distribute them, it’s a good idea to take the blame now.
As for whether Li Fang is a good teacher or a bad teacher, what does it have to do with him?
It was even because System Notes and Reiko said that Li Fang was a good teacher that Qisi dared to deal with her so blatantly. After all, good teachers basically have the professional ethics of "not angering students".
As expected, after listening to Qisi's words, the patrol teacher looked even more dissatisfied, and murmured: "Li Fang is so shameless, we must talk to her, we must!"
< br>He turned and left, not caring about the remaining students. Several of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.
Qisi sat back in his seat with his eyes downcast, picked up a Chinese textbook and flipped through it.
……
The barrage chat in the live broadcast room was very lively.
"Is Si Qi going too far? I feel that Li Fang is indeed a responsible teacher. If he makes a snitch like this and wants to let me go to junior high school, other teachers will definitely not look at him."
"Please forgive me, Holy Mother, this is a copy of a weird game. No matter how responsible Li Fang is, she is still a ghost. What normal person would empathize with a ghost?"
"By the way, isn't Qiss worried about the consequences of doing this? Oh, he has been isolated by his classmates and hated by the teacher, so that's okay."
"This copy feels so real to people, if it weren't for that When the patrolling teacher appeared, I thought I was actually entering junior high school..."
... Qisi couldn't see the barrage, but he could see the continuous rewards and emotional pie charts, flashing one after another. The flashing is quite annoying.
He was too lazy to respond and hid the interface directly. He studied the textbooks of various subjects out of sight and out of mind, and almost recalled most of the knowledge he had in junior high school.
The underlying settings of this dungeon world are almost the same as reality. Even the textbooks are the versions that Qisi is familiar with. For a few moments, Qiss really thought that he was re-attending middle school.
He compared tomorrow's class schedule, previewed and reviewed the corresponding homework, just in case the dungeon came out with sinister intentions to randomly check, and randomly added that if you failed to pass the exam, you would be chased by ghosts. This is a common setting in school dungeons.
The first period of evening self-study ended, the bell rang, and all the students recovered from their frightened state and dispersed.
Some picked up their water cups and went out to get water, some took their homework and compared the answers with the people before and after them, and some were whispering to each other.
“The dean is getting more and more fierce. It’s so scary. I was scared to death the moment he entered the class.”
“Lu Ming actually complained to him about being an old witch, hahaha. The two of them have not been fighting each other, and I don’t know who will win this time.”
"I feel like Lu Ming is going to be in trouble tomorrow. He has been really different lately. He always gets into trouble with the old witch."
Qisi heard every sentence clearly, so he knew that the patrolling teacher was the dean of students. I have had a long-standing grudge against Li Fang.
I just don’t know if this hatred stems from the ideological differences between colleagues, or the ghost’s territorial awareness...
Qisi looked out the window. The two students who were called out before were nowhere to be seen. Maybe I went into the dean's office to confess.
He walked out and walked back and forth in the corridor, but did not see anyone standing there.
He returned to the class and asked the boys at the back table: "The two of them have been taken away by the dean for fifteen minutes, and they don't know when they will come back. Aren't you afraid that it will affect your learning if you spend such a long time lecturing?"
The boy gave him a cold look without saying a word, making it clear that he wanted to ignore him.
Qisi pulled out the blade from his bracelet and smiled gently.
The boy swallowed and said, "They probably won't come back. The dean of teachers doesn't know what's going on recently. He tries to persuade anyone he doesn't like to leave. All the people he arrested have never returned. Appeared before.”
Is it really just to persuade him to quit? Zeiss wasn't convinced, but he didn't intend to ask any more questions.
When the class bell rang, he turned around and watched the students return to their seats one after another. The teacher also sat on the podium, staring at the students sitting under the stage.
The two students who were caught by the dean and kicked out of the class did not come back. The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and you could only hear the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.
Time passed by minute by second, Qisi finished reading the textbook on morality and rule of law with great interest, and glanced at the dial of the destiny pocket watch.
At eight fifty, there are still twenty minutes left before the end of the second period of evening self-study. It’s almost time.
He raised his right hand and covered his stomach with his left hand. His whole body was shaking violently. He looked like he was not feeling well but was trying to endure it.
The teacher on the podium raised his head, saw Qisi's raised hand, and asked: "Lu Ming, what's wrong with you?"
Qisi said angrily: "Teacher, I have a stomachache and I want to go to the toilet. . ”
He was so weak that he looked like he would die in the classroom in the next second.
The teacher nodded quickly: "Go quickly, be careful on the road."
Qisi said "Thank you, teacher" and left the classroom through the back door.
He had long planned to end the evening self-study in advance 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 when they went to the toilet, he knew that going to the toilet during the evening self-study was allowed, as long as he let As long as the teacher agrees.
Then, it is completely feasible to use the toilet as an excuse to escape at the end of evening study.
Qisi walked in the direction of Class 10, the third grade of junior high school.
There are stairs on both sides of the teaching building, but except when grabbing the front row for meals, few people take the stairs on this side of the third grade (10) class.
Because there is a dirty and smelly toilet next to it. The smell inside can make people almost faint. It is a more terrifying existence than the teacher's office.
Qisi held his breath and walked past the toilet. Suddenly he heard a very low sob coming from the toilet, and the lingering sound lingered in his ears.
Someone is crying, it seems to be a girl.
He looked sideways and once again saw a dark pool of blood, slowly flowing out of the toilet, like a deliberate scar stretching across the ground.
With such a pause in his footsteps, Qiss couldn't hold his breath. He took a gentle breath, and a strong putrid smell filled his nose, belonging to a dead body.
There is a dead person in the toilet. Someone must have come to the toilet during the ten minutes in the evening study room, but no one noticed anything unusual. This 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 utility room of the cafeteria?
Qisi held the destiny pocket watch and approached step by step.
The pool of blood came from the women's restroom. He traced the pool of blood, turned in without changing his expression, and opened the iron door of the stall where the blood was flowing.
The stench behind the door escaped the seal and came to my face, and blood and maggots all came into my eyes.
Qisi saw that the girl's limbs were bent into a ball, her whole body was stuffed into a small squat, and her pale face was leaning on the edge.
Her expression was blank and innocent, as if she didn't know why she suffered such a disaster, and she also seemed to hope that people who witnessed all this could help.
It’s Reiko again!
In addition to the dungeon opening CG, this is the third Reiko’s body that Qis has seen in this dungeon!
How can a person who is still alive and kicking have so many corpses in different places, different times, and different ways of death?
Is it an illusion or some other setting?
In front of me, the blockbuster system prompts were refreshed.
[Congratulations on finding three Reiko corpses and discovering one of the core mechanisms of this dungeon]
[The girl’s ending has been written by the gods, no matter how many times she repeats the reincarnation, she will go away There will be an 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 overestimate their ability to start reincarnation]
[Let the pain and sorrow end as soon as possible. Please find her body within seven days, so that those who are trapped in the cycle will die. Rest in peace】
[The main mission has been triggered]
Under the original main mission of "participating in the fireworks festival seven days later", there is a new optional mission.
[Main mission: Find Qi Reiko’s body (3/7)] (End of this chapter)