Chapter 159 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (4) "All this is the curse of the witch"
Special identity? It turns out that there will be special players in this copy?
After hearing the system prompts, the players’ eyes were filled with considerations; a few of them even looked at their companions warily, probably wanting to judge through their expressions whether the other party had a special identity. holder.
It is not about scarcity but about inequality. Even if special status does not have any additional effects, just the word "special" is enough to sentence those holders to death.
After all, this is a dungeon that requires human lives to test the rules. Someone has to die.
What's more, the fact that players assigned to special identities did not self-destruct in time is enough to illustrate the problem: these identities can either greatly increase the survival rate, or they are on the hostile side of most people...
Zhang Yiyu stared at the system The word "Witch" on the interface gave rise to a faint doubt: Isn't this a school copy? How could there be a witch?
But before entering the dungeon, she had just been taught a lot of knowledge by Ning Xu. Naturally, she knew that after getting the special identity, others could not detect the clues.
At the moment, she continued to empty her mind and memorized three hundred Tang poems in her heart, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at Qis standing at the door again.
Hey, why is it so scary and weird at the beginning, and why do you still pretend to be innocent and harmless?
In the silence, a hoarse female voice sounded leisurely:
[This is a land dripping with blood, and it is also a magical and strange land, where hunger, disease and killing are everywhere. 】
【They were brought here when the maple forest was lush, and were buried in the land during the season when the red maple leaves were falling all over the mountains. 】
[The giant ship sailing away, the fierce battle with noisy artillery fire, and the statue of the illustrious hero rising from the ground in the majesty and terror. 】
【Primitive prayer, solidified despair, and the terrifying evil god descended in the wail of mosquitoes and gnats. 】
[Children, welcome to Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. 】
The narration is soft and slow, like the whispers of an old grandmother by the stove. The sound of rolling phlegm mixed with it adds a bit of an eerie atmosphere, reminding people of the witch in the forest. Horror fairy tale.
During the chanting process, the gray walls faded piece by piece like being erased by an eraser, and the scene became wider in an instant.
When the words fell, the players were already standing on a piece of black land, surrounded by an endless maple forest. The palm-shaped leaves were still tender green, staggered and crowded, and full of vitality. .
The weather here is quite hot and humid. The mud under your feet is so soft that you can squeeze out water. Ferns and palms fill the gaps in the maple forest. When you look up, you can only see a large area of dense green. .
The colors of the scene are getting brighter and brighter. The bright green maple leaves, dark soil, and dark brown tree trunks seem to turn into dripping watercolor paint at any time.
The chirping of insects and birds gradually became more distinct, carrying the earthy smell of fermented humus, creating a deliberate sense of reality.
The sound of "rustling" footsteps sounded from the forest, from far to near.
In the eyes of the players as if facing a formidable enemy, a skinny woman walked step by step to the center of the crowd.
The woman wore a weird costume made of black gauze. The robe that was dragged to the ground and the crooked hood covered almost every inch of her skin, revealing only a pair of hawk-like gray eyes looking at everyone.
She seems to be very old. Her skin hangs down in layers like curtains. She can almost twist it with her fingers. Her voice is hoarse and slurred: "Welcome to Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. I am your teacher. You can call me Ms. Medina.”
Qis couldn’t help but look at the woman a few more times.
For him, the title "Ms. Medina" only existed in the narration. He was quite curious about who this NPC was who locked him up and almost starved him to death at the beginning of the instance. Such stuff.
Other players are also looking at Ms. Medina, with obvious doubts and thoughts in their eyes.
A few players opened their mouths to ask, but after noticing that their companions were as quiet as chickens, they pursed their lips and said nothing.
Ms. Medina continued: "I hope you will abide by school rules and disciplines, accept reform seriously, and do not bring those backward habits into our school, and do not try to do some damn little tricks. If you violate the rules, you will be punished the most. Severe punishment."
No one from the players made a sound. Chiss observed their expressions and decisively gave up asking questions such as "What are the school rules?"
Ms. Medina seemed very satisfied with this, and her voice softened: "Come with me, the classmates have prepared a welcome ceremony for you in the auditorium."
She turned her back to The players walked slowly towards the depths of the maple forest. The players did not dare to neglect and followed them one after another.
The maple trees on both sides became sparse as we moved forward. Looking around, we could see several dusty crosses standing in the distance, and something seemed to be nailed to them.
A sharp-eyed female player saw clearly what was nailed to the cross and screamed.
She pointed to the cross tremblingly, her voice trembling: "Then... there are corpses there..."
Ms. Medina turned her head and showed a sinister smile: " The people on it are all bad boys who use witchcraft to harm others. If you have bad intentions, you will end up like this."
Witchcraft... this copy actually has such a magical setting. What?
Qisi squinted his eyes slightly, but what came to mind was a scene from many years ago.
The naive children surrounded him and detailed his evil deeds: "Yesterday I fell down when I went home. Today Youyou has a cold and didn't come. All of us are very unlucky during this time. It must be Qisi who is using witchcraft." Curse us!"
Twelve-year-old Qisi sat quietly on his seat and played with a tube of eyeball specimens. He was really dumbfounded by their rhetoric and raised his eyelids sadly: "Yes, I know witchcraft. Shu, if you bother me again, I will curse you."
The children looked at each other, and then said in unison: "You finally admitted it!" "Thank you for believing in you, teacher!" , you are just a liar who is full of lies!”
“You’d better hurry up—” Qisi smiled, showing his white teeth, “Otherwise, I won’t be able to help but kill you. Then I’ll throw you to the monsters to eat.”
……
"When you enter the territory of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, don't use witchcraft, otherwise, your end will be very miserable, very miserable..." Ms. Medina's cold eyes swept over every player, making people shudder.
The players quickly said "no" repeatedly.
Ms. Medina nodded with satisfaction, turned back and continued on her way: "As long as you don't violate school rules, I won't make things difficult for you. Be obedient and be a good child, and you will always survive."
The group of people walked slowly in silence, and after walking for a while, a four-story cement building came into view, which should be the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School.
This building has very few windows, only two on the first floor, and it looks dark from the outside, like an eye socket without an eyeball. The iron door opened wide, revealing a bottomless black hole, like a monster with its mouth wide open.
The sky was clear, and although the sun could not be seen, the blue color was enough to illustrate it.
What is strange is that the entire cement building is horrifyingly dark, as if separated from the surrounding environment by an invisible barrier, occupying a space of loneliness and forgetfulness.
The players unanimously slowed down their steps and followed Ms. Medina into the building. After seeing the scene inside, their breaths froze.
I saw a hundred skinny children standing in several rows, each wearing a dusty school uniform, staring straight in the direction of the door, their cloudy and dull eyes looking like they didn't belong. living person.
In the dim light on the first floor, the children's faces were all gloomy, resembling the portraits on the tombstones, or the tomb itself.
When all the players stood still on the flat floor, the children recited nursery rhymes in unison:
“Good children can only eat dirt if they don’t want to eat.
Bad children’s bodies are covered with poison. Mushrooms.
The gods grow among the rotten vegetables.
Yellow flowers bloom at the bedside of the dead.
After the day when the yellow butterfly flew,
everyone died and was buried in the soil.
The children's graves were barren of grass.
All this was the witch's curse. "
Every sentence in the nursery rhyme is inexplicably weird, combined with the children's half-dead tone, like a vicious curse or a prophecy of disaster.
When reciting the last sentence, all the children moved their eyes and scanned every player, as if they were sure that the "witch" who cast the curse and brought disaster was among the players. As soon as Qisi entered the flat floor, he retreated to the corner, put his hands behind his back, and hid under the shadow.
He pulled out the tape recorder from the toolbar and recorded the nursery rhyme without leaving any trace.
——Whether it is useful or not, save it first and then talk about it.
The children only recited the nursery rhyme once and then stopped, and the specific words were not refreshed on the system interface.
A few players didn't take note of it, so they couldn't help but look panicked, but they suppressed it and pretended to be calm.
Ms. Medina made a gesture, and a child dragged a huge cardboard box from the corner and pushed it in front of the players.
"Please change into your school uniform before dinner. In Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, you must wear your school uniform."
Players have known this rule for a long time and hurriedly swarmed around the carton to see everything. Without looking, he grabbed the clothes from inside and put them on.
In the chaos, Ziss quietly walked up to Ms. Medina, lowered his head and said: "Ms. Medina, I already know that I was wrong, and I will never do those things again."
Ms. Medina was stunned for a moment, her small eyes looking up and down at Qiss, as if she was recalling the cause and effect.
After a while, she finally remembered the identity of the person in front of her and said coldly: "No. 47, why did you come out of the solitary room without permission? Did I allow you to come out?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come out without your permission..." Qisi quickly substituted his experience in dealing with teachers in junior high school, pretending to be silent, and his voice became softer and softer, "But... I haven't been here for three days." Eat, I will starve to death if you don't eat..."
Ms. Medina's little eyes narrowed, shining with the light of inquiry, but her voice was still cold: "So, you make your own decision "Run out?"
"Ms. Medina, I just wanted to ask a gentleman to help me invite you, but the gentleman insisted on taking me with him..." Qisi raised his finger and pointed at the crowd. Chen Lidong, who was struggling to put on his school uniform, said in a sincere voice, "That gentleman said that he is a philanthropist and came to our school to inspect on behalf of the Aboriginal Love Foundation. He also said that everything you have done should be reported. …”
Ms. Medina turned her head and stared at Chen Lidong in the crowd, with a trace of obvious cruelty in her eyes.
She looked at Qisi again and asked: "You didn't say anything to him that shouldn't be said, did you?"
"No." Qisi shook his head, "I told him that I didn't know anything. I don’t remember.”
Medina looked into Qisi’s eyes and grinned: “Very good, you didn’t lie this time, I will reward you well.”
Qisi was keenly aware of something amiss, and then listened to the NPC's verdict: "Today, instead of No. 16, go to the kitchen to help cook."
Qisi was silent and wanted to ask: "Are you sure?"
"Why, aren't you willing?" Ms. Medina frowned and looked like she was about to have an attack.
Qiss could only lower his eyes and show a pure and innocent smile: "Thank you, Ms. Medina, I will definitely not betray your trust."
On the other side, the players have finished dividing School uniforms in boxes.
There are only twenty-eight pieces of school uniforms. A small mixed-race boy failed to grab the clothes. He was holding the corners of his clothes angrily and looking towards Qisi.
He was undoubtedly eyeing the school uniform on Qisi, but Qisi and Ms. Medina were too glued to each other to make a move.
Chis noticed his covetous gaze and smiled gently at him.
Mixed-race boy:...Fuck!
Ms. Medina walked over and glanced at the players: "Today is the first day. I'm sorry you have just arrived here. I won't punish those who violate school rules. You can move around freely and get familiar with this place. ——I won’t be so good-tempered tomorrow.”
She walked slowly towards the depths of the floor.
The children who lined up and chanted children's songs also dispersed, disappearing into the gaps like ghosts.
Kiss knew that he was an "NPC without human rights" and quickly followed Ms. Medina.
The latter stopped, turned around and ordered: "No. 47, you stay here and teach the new classmates the rules. After the sun goes down, someone will take you to the kitchen."
Ziss: "Okay, Ms. Medina!"
With Ms. Medina's words, at least the players no longer dare to attack him at will.
Chiss didn't know any of the rules of the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, and he also knew that the more lies he told, the easier they would be exposed.
Facing the expectant eyes of all the players, he read the nursery rhyme that the children had read before again, and solemnly said: "All the rules are in it, please be sure to remember it."
No one dared to neglect, and several players who had not heard the nursery rhymes clearly before borrowed pens from each other and wrote them down on the palms of their hands.
After memorizing it, they were confused: What on earth is this nursery rhyme about? Where are the rules?
Old God Qisi was leaning against the door, dutifully acting as an NPC who had completed his mission and entered the standby state.
The players had witnessed his "familiarity" with Ms. Medina, and they did not dare to step forward and ask more about school rules.
As the most famous and senior player among the crowd, Jiang Junjue took up the responsibility of a leader at the right time and announced with a pair of sleepy eyes: "I have found several things wrong with this copy so far. ..."
The players gathered together one after another, but Chen Lidong had no intention of joining in the fun.
When he saw Qiss standing alone, he immediately approached and asked in a low voice: "47, have you told anyone else about my identity?"
In view of Medi Ms. Na was not considered a human being. Qisi shook his head honestly: "No. Mr. Chen, what's wrong?"
Chen Lidong breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "If someone asks you what my identity is, just say you don't know. Remember?"
Qisi raised his eyelids and looked at him, showing a confused expression: " But...I know that Mr. Chen is not only a philanthropist, but also an observer of the Aboriginal Love Foundation..."
"Anyway, just follow my instructions," Chen Lidong interrupted him hastily." Don’t call me ‘Mr. Chen’ outside, just call me ‘Brother Chen.’”
Seemingly realizing that his tone was wrong, he added: “I have a relationship with some of them. Qiu, once his identity is revealed, he will die. I have helped you before, and you don’t want me to be killed by them, right?”
Qisi nodded obediently: “I understand, Brother Chen…. ”
He paused and asked worriedly: "Brother Chen, who do you have a grudge against? I don't know if I can help..."
"This is none of your business. Just protect yourself." That's enough." Chen Lidong waved his hands in a pretentious manner, finally feeling relieved.
Zhou Datong, who knows his identity, is one of his own, and the NPC named "47" is also a sensible and reciprocal person. He is also quite confident in his expression management.
Unless he takes the initiative to show off his cards, how can other players know his identity?
Qisi looked at Chen Lidong, who was determined, and smiled with a crooked smile.
He has basically determined that his "bad boy" and Chen Lidong's "philanthropist" both have special identities.
There is at least one special identity that was loaded after he reunited with the players, and he is also suspicious of this.
——47 is just a weak, pitiful and helpless NPC, what bad intentions can he have?
——47 just wants to help players eliminate barriers and enhance trust.
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