Qisi was sitting cross-legged, imprisoned in Reiko's body. From his angle, he could see his body holding the recording pen, standing quietly one step away.
Did the Rabbit God actually "invite" his soul into Reiko's body?
Is it because his personality is close to God and he is the closest, so the weird game is wrong; or is there another hidden secret?
Zeiss doesn't think he can be the Rabbit God, at least not now.
Qi had just told him not long ago that as a god, he would become Qi and be in charge of the authority of the contract.
Although I don’t know how true or false these words are, the personalities of the Lord of the Gods and the Rabbit God are too different. If they can really be connected, it would be too cheap...
The [Rabbit God Mask] in the toolbar is grayed out, indicating that it is in use.
Qisi felt as if his face was covered with something fluffy, which must be the [Rabbit God Mask].
He was regarded as the Rabbit God and "invited" to take over Reiko's body. Is it related to this prop?
"Lord Rabbit God, please grant our wish!"
"Lord Rabbit God, if you are willing to fulfill our wishes, please draw a circle on the paper!"
The girls gathered around the body of Reiko, dancing like banshees in the forest, their voices and eyes full of strong desire.
Zeiss found himself involuntarily picking up the ballpoint pen placed on the side of his leg, and slowly raised his hand to the paper, about to write a stroke.
The scarlet leaves at the bottom of the Hall of Thought did not increase or decrease at all, or even moved at all. The girls' desires did not blow a breeze among the soul leaves.
Something is wrong. In the copy of "Colosseum", when the rat people were about to realize their wishes, they all ignited their blazing faith, and large bloody leaves grew on the branches.
Do these girls in front of me have no faith or souls?
"Lord Rabbit God, hurry up, it's almost dawn!" the girls urged in unison, with a strange red light reflecting in their eyes.
Qisi checked it again. The prop bar and system interface were still displayed in front of him, and various props that had not been banned after entering the dungeon could still be mobilized.
He was not in a hurry to control Reiko's body and leave. He simply held the ballpoint pen and quietly drew a circle on the paper.
The girls saw this and cheered happily.
A scarred girl with a ponytail came forward and said clearly to Chiss: "Lord Rabbit God, my wish is to become more beautiful."
As soon as she finished speaking, the freckles on the girl's face faded, and her skin became fairer at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, Qisi's vision was filled with blood-red light, and the severe pain that penetrated into the bone marrow exploded from the back of his head, carrying a winter-like coldness that penetrated every blood vessel.
Countless strange scenes flashed before his eyes, and he saw entangled chains hanging from the sky, imprisoning his limbs; but at this time, he was no longer him, but a white skeleton made of countless broken bones. Composed of huge rabbit.
Those bones came from different creatures, including humans and other small animals. The colorful souls were imprisoned in the bones. A prayer belt fell from the sky, cut off a small corner, and floated to the ground...
[Soul integrity: 99%]
A line of white text appeared on the system interface, and Chiss realized that the Rabbit God's realization of human wishes may not be as simple as imagined, but requires the consumption of his own soul...
As for what will happen if too much soul is consumed...
Chiss doesn't know, and doesn't want to know. It's definitely not going to be a good thing anyway.
He tried to stand up, but as soon as he moved a few centimeters, he was dragged back to the ground by a force.
The golden chain appeared for a moment and swayed in the void, with a strong sense of imprisonment and restraint.
The current scene does not look like worshiping, praying to God, or offering sacrifices to God, but rather like imprisoning God and persecuting God...
The girls laughed happily: "The ceremony has been completed. Lord Rabbit God must fulfill our wishes before we can leave."
"Lord Rabbit God has promised to fulfill our wish, we can't go back on it."
ceremony? If you agree, you can’t go back on your word?
It sounds a bit like a contract...
Qisi's eyes fell on the [Destiny Pocket Watch].
Even if he is imprisoned, he can still mobilize the item inventory. Now he may be able to directly activate the effect of [Destiny Pocket Watch] and go back to before entering the second floor.
But this means not being able to see Reiko's body and giving up progress on the main mission.
And the moment he sees Reiko's body, he will be "invited" to take Reiko's body...
Weird games will not create unsolvable situations. There must be a solution that he can do now...
The circle formed by the girls was tight and had no flaws. It was like a cage, trapping Qiss in it.
The two sentences the girls said at the very beginning flashed through Qisi’s mind——
‘Everyone must be present. If anyone is missing, Lord Rabbit God will be unhappy and he will punish everyone. ’
‘Everyone, please speak softly, don’t let Teacher Qian hear you, come and arrest us...’
A contract not only means rights, but also obligations.
All it takes is one less person and the ritual will be ineffective and everyone will be punished...
With a slight thought in his mind, Qisi called up the [Ghost Driver's Recorder] in the toolbar and turned the volume to the maximum.
[My sister and brother went to grandma's house. The children's meat was tender and the bones were crispy, and grandma was so greedy that she drooled...]
[Fearing and praying, I only see the sea and the souls who fell into the water...]
[Whose daughter is stupid, stupid, and easy to have children...]
[Good children can only eat dirt if they don’t want to eat, while bad children have poisonous mushrooms growing on their bodies...]
Ballads of various styles sounded harshly and abruptly, and as Qiss pressed buttons one by one with his uncontrolled limbs, he sang one after another hoarsely and mockingly.
Songs that do not belong to this copy are extremely penetrating at night and can be heard even from several floors away.
After the initial daze, the girls no longer cared about making wishes. They rushed towards Qisi like crazy and snatched the tape recorder from his hand.
Qisi silently put the recorder back into the toolbar, took it out when the girls backed away, and then put it back again...
"You can't do this! Quiet!"
"Damn it, Teacher Qian will hear it!" The girls panicked and scratched Qisi's body angrily. Qisi did not feel any pain and continued to go his own way.
After all, his current body belongs to Reiko, and dead people don't feel pain, and it's okay to be scratched to death.
The voice of the tape recorder was high and loud, piercing the darkness one after another.
A girl knelt down to Qisi: "Master Rabbit God, please don't attract Teacher Qian, we will not be so greedy anymore..."
But it was too late.
The sound of creaking and rubbing joints came from far to near, bringing with it a fishy smell of decay, leaving behind slippery mucus like molluscs.
In the red light, the female hostess crawled over on all fours like an amphibian, flexibly and quickly.
Previously, the girls' singing was part of the dungeon mechanism and could not attract the attention of other ghost NPCs. However, the sound of the recorder belonged to the players, and it would be rude not to be noticed by NPCs anymore.
The female dormitory failed to find Qisi who went out in the middle of the night on the fourth floor. She was already holding back her anger. Now she followed the sound down. She thought she could find the player who did not obey the rules, but she didn't want to just see a group of fellow students. A schoolgirl who is a ghost.
Even if they all become ghosts, school rules and regulations must still be observed. Since the female dormitory saw students gathering in the corridor in the middle of the night, she must take action.
As they are both ghosts, students are naturally afraid of their teachers as always.
The female students dispersed in a hurry, and Qisi felt that the confinement on his body seemed to be lifted a little, and he was able to move.
He didn't move in a hurry, pretending to be dead as quietly as a mountain, watching the female dormitory chase one of the female students away, while the others ran into their dormitories and closed the door.
In less than half a minute, all the demons and ghosts dispersed. Qisi made a slight movement to stand up, and his soul floated upwards. After a while, the world spun around and returned to his body again.
Reiko's body fell backwards weakly and hit the ground with a "pop" sound.
It was already 5:40 in the morning, and there was still fifty minutes left before the 6:30 stipulated time for getting up at Hope Middle School, which was enough time to do a lot of things.
Qisi walked out of the dormitory building and headed straight for the teaching building in the thin morning light.
The elevated floor of the teaching building was occupied by gray-white fog, and shadowy figures floated in the thick fog, sometimes far and sometimes near. If you look closely, you can't see anything. It's like a strange dream.
The ground was slippery, as if the mist had condensed when it hit the cold cement. A closer look revealed that the surface was covered with water droplets like insect eggs, which were still rolling.
His vision was blocked by the fog and limited to a corner. Qisi walked slowly with his sense of direction and finally found the stairs.
He climbed onto the handrail and went all the way to the third floor, stopping at the door of the teacher's office.
At this point, the teachers had not yet gone to work, so the office was naturally empty, there was no sound of people, and no blood was pouring out.
Qisi held the recorder tightly in his left hand, took out the thin wire from his bracelet with his right hand and pried open the door lock, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
The office without lights was dimly lit, and the interior layout could only be seen through the morning light slanting through the window.
Li Fang's desk was placed in the center of the room. The desktop was very neat and tidy. Only the homework submitted by the students was placed in the upper left corner. The corpse lying there before was not seen under the desk. There was only a trace of bloody smell. If there is no land left.
Qisi put the list he had sorted out before on the homework pile at the corner of the table, dug out his own homework, and put the review in it, which solved the problem of not being able to hand in the review in person.
He sat down at his desk, opened the drawer, took out documents one by one and flipped through them.
Placed on top is a lesson preparation book, densely filled with words. Qisi went through it roughly and wrote about teaching design and lecture experience, as well as multiple solutions to some questions. It can be seen that Li Fang is really responsible.
But the school leaders obviously didn’t think so. The blood-red handwriting on the back of the textbook read: [Classes 9 and 10 have been at the bottom of the monthly exams twice in a row. Please reflect on it! 】
Underneath the textbook was the class roster. Qisi learned that Class 9 and Class 10 happened to be the "difficult class" where students with the lowest grades were gathered. It would be abnormal not to be at the bottom.
The school leader asked Li Fang to teach the worst class again, and even criticized her harshly. It was probably because of some personal grudge.
Next are various exercise books. I have written them all once and circled some questions with a red pen. It seems that I think those questions are worth doing.
Qisi pulled out the test papers under the table and compared them, and sure enough he found the shadow of those questions.
He once heard that in order to make money, some schools would collude with booksellers and require students to buy some messy teaching materials, which wasted students' money and time.
Some teachers are dissatisfied with this, so they will resist the pressure and select the questions from the teaching aids to produce practice papers, saving students the trouble of purchasing teaching aids.
Because Li Fang was against the school leadership, she was targeted everywhere. It seemed quite logical, but in this way, what was the difference between Li Fang and the ordinary fools in reality?
Zeiss continued to rummage, and a newspaper came into view.
The date on the newspaper is [July 31st], which is the day before the copy starts [August 1st].
The redundant parts have been cut off, leaving only one piece of news. The bold and bold title is particularly eye-catching——
"A boy from Hope Middle School committed suicide by jumping off the building, suspected of being under too much academic pressure."
The news mentioned that in the past six months, Hope Middle School may have been influenced by the growing trend of merit-based education. It changed its previous purpose of happy education and began to strictly manage students.
Many students found it difficult to accept the transition from heaven to hell and developed depression tendencies.
The article tried its best to exaggerate the psychological fragility of middle school students, and also included some chicken soup for the soul on how to relieve stress. I don’t know if it was to make up the word count or for some other reason, but then began to review the background of Hope Middle School.
Ziss learned that Hope Middle School has a certain color of an aristocratic college, and the students are mainly composed of three aspects: top students with top grades are hired with huge sums of money to improve their grades and act as gimmicks; rich and powerful families are attracted by those gimmicks , spending money to send children in, hoping to improve their performance under the influence; there are also some poor students in orphanages who serve as cornerstones and absorb social charity funds.
It can be said that from the beginning to the end, the Yongsheng Technology Company that invested in Hope Middle School had no good intentions, and it was just using the school as a tool to make money.
The news wrote a catchy paragraph at the end: [The reporter learned through visits and investigations that there have been hundreds of abnormal death cases of students in Hope Middle School. However, because most of them were orphans sponsored by Yongsheng Technology Company, they failed to cause widespread social concern. focus on. We must reflect on whether there is something wrong with our education. 】
Qisi thought of the wish-making mechanism of the Rabbit God and wondered whether the dead orphans were sacrificed by the Eternal Life Technology Company to ensure the students' performance.
However, with the power of the Rabbit God, can it really affect so many people?
Chiss pondered for a moment and turned the newspaper to the reverse side.
There are two photos printed on it: one is a photo of the deceased's life, which is exactly the same as Lu Ming's body shape and facial features; the other is a surveillance screenshot, where a person like Lu Ming is standing on the rooftop of the dormitory building, his eyes looking at Looking down somewhere, his eyes were dark and deep.
Is it Lu Ming or Lu Ming?
Qisi felt for his pulse, but found no beating; he checked his nose and found it was cold.
The moment he realized the truth, all the illusions used as cover-up disappeared.
The truth is clearly revealed: the original person, Lu Ming, died before the instance started... (End of this chapter)