Chapter 161 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (6) "Because of you, all of us are dead"
"There is something wrong with that NPC named '47'." In the silence, Jiang Junjue spoke out coldly, leaving Zhang Yiyu Trembling with fright.
The fourth floor of the school lacks lighting. The long and narrow corridor extends infinitely to both sides, with no end in sight, making people think of a deep tomb passage.
The gray cement wall is mottled with suspicious water marks and is as cramped as a sealed coffin. Every few steps is inlaid with an iron door like a tombstone.
Led by Jiang Junjue and composed of members from Tingfeng and Jiuzhou plus three free players, the seven-person team carefully walked slowly in the corridors and tentatively pulled the iron gate in the wall. .
After discovering that the door could be opened, Jiang Junjue decisively arranged for the seven-person team to be divided into three groups to search the room separately.
At this moment, Jiang Junjue and Zhang Yiyu entered a room at the far left end of the corridor that looked like a classroom and searched it inch by inch from the edge.
Zhang Yiyu asked knowingly: "Isn't 47 the NPC who provides clues? What's the problem?"
Although she saw Qisi's specialness, she didn't want to explain it to Jiang Junjue at all. own abilities.
Not only are they afraid of exposing their trump cards, but they are also afraid that unclear explanations will arouse suspicion.
"Don't you think he's too smart?" Jiang Junjue took out a sack from the props list and poured out a bunch of flashlights, searchlights, electric batons and other gadgets.
He took out two flashlights, took one for himself, and threw one to Zhang Yiyu; he then reached into the bottom of the sack and touched it, took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked one, and lit it with a lighter.
“When he is imprisoned and about to starve to death, he will think about saving himself. After being rescued, he will repay the favor, understand our arrangements for him, and even understand some subtexts... No matter from which angle you look at it , He is too human."
Zhang Yiyu thought of the threatening look Qisi gave her, and felt the same: "Yes, he is too human."
Jiang Junjue was holding a cigarette. , the voice was unclear: "I have encountered friendly humanoid NPCs before, but they were not so intelligent. The only time I met a particularly human-like NPC was a player who died in the dungeon and later lost his memory. Joining the team as a player is obviously not the case for this NPC."
"Ha, really?" Zhang Yiyu turned on the flashlight and shined it on the desk closest to her.
This desk was made of wood and only reached as high as her waist. The tabletop was twice as big as the desks on the market and could even accommodate a person lying on it. It is said to be a table, but it is more like a weird bed.
Zhang Yiyu pressed down the angle of the flashlight, and the white aperture moved down along the wooden texture, landing on a mass of tan color. The color is thickly condensed on the wood, sticky and eye-catching.
Almost the moment she saw it, Zhang Yiyu knew—that was blood!
There are blood stains in the classroom, people have died here...
Zhang Yiyu habitually felt fear and wanted to scream, but her instinct made her salivate unconsciously.
Then I heard Jiang Junjue ask: "Xiao Zhang, you stared at that NPC for a long time, did you see anything?"
... Sure enough, veteran players at this level are not The flaw may not be detected.
Zhang Yiyu hesitated for a moment, swallowed, and repeated the excuse she had memorized: "After I cleared the third dungeon, I gained a skill that can see the weird degree of danger, and can also lock it in to a certain extent. Weird position. I found that there was a lot of black smoke on 47, more than on Ms. Medina. In other words, he is actually more dangerous than Ms. Medina."
"That's right. "Jiang Junjue held the cigarette between his two fingers and blew out a puff of smoke. "He should be the core NPC of this copy. He is probably close to a demigod, so he has such high intelligence."
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"...Huh?"
"Our guild system has studied the structure of dungeons. The basic components of a dungeon are 'core NPCs with resentments or desires', 'contradictory or unfair background worldview' and 'experience Abstract and exaggerated horror events'. Generally speaking, there is only one core NPC, otherwise there will be a conflict of purpose. If there is more than one Ms. Medina, it is basically impossible to be the core."
Zhang Yiyu nodded as if she understood, and asked: "Then what do we need to do? Are we going to trick 47 into testing the death point?"
"How can this be called cheating?" Jiang Junjue picked up the cigarette again, Holding a flashlight and looking around, "He doesn't show any danger now, which shows that the core NPC side has not yet been stimulated. Let him walk around in this dungeon more, which will help to quickly advance the plot..."
The light of the flashlight fell on a corner, and Jiang Junjue said "Huh".
In the aperture, there are several gray-black carving marks on the gray-white wall, which cannot be seen clearly from a distance.
Jiang Junjue held up a flashlight and crept closer.
The traces of the carvings are becoming more and more distinct, forming rows of fine characters in front of my eyes. Skinny little people are standing or sitting, crawling like insects and beasts on the withered bottom. The scratches, which may be deep or shallow, light or heavy, thick or light, seem to be breathing softly in a long time and space, conveying warmth or warmth. Freezing temperatures.
This is a kind of writing, or... a language. A language that does not belong to any language within Jiang Junjue's knowledge.
Jiang Junjue stared intently at the sheets of incomprehensible text, silently counting the seconds.
After two seconds, no translation popped up on the system interface.
He looked at it for another five seconds, but still no corresponding translation appeared.
"Isn't it text? Or is this information not important?" Jiang Junjue blinked twice and pointed the flashlight elsewhere.
On the desk closest to him, a white skeleton appeared at some point, with black eye sockets facing him, as if it was observing his every move.
Jiang Junjue’s hand shook and he almost dropped the flashlight.
Fortunately, he had experienced strong winds and waves, and he calmed down in just a second and did not embarrass himself in front of his juniors.
Next to her, Zhang Yiyu suddenly burst out with a shrill scream, like a goose whose neck had been stepped on.
Jiang Junjue had just calmed down his heartbeat when he was yelled at at a high decibel level. Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore. His shoulders shook and he threw the flashlight on the ground.
The flashlight stood upside down on the ground at a weird angle, illuminating the ceiling of the classroom palely.
In the large water stains, faces of sad or frightened people were squeezed together so tightly that they were almost dripping.
Jiang Junjue followed Zhang Yiyu's gaze and saw a gray-white head on every desk, staring at the two people standing in the middle of the classroom for a long time.
In the silence, they opened and closed their upper and lower jaws and sang in unison.
It was a ballad with a weird melody. I couldn’t understand what the lyrics were saying, but it was surprisingly beautiful...
...
After evening came, the sky quickly moved It darkened, giving the whole world a wet, gloomy water color.
Chiss threw away the note in his hand and followed the man's face, bypassing the cement building and walking towards the low kitchen in the distance.
The school occupies a large area. If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that nearly half of the area has been hollowed out by a large maple forest. It is poured into a flat ground with cement, and then covered with high and low buildings in a messy manner. of buildings.
As Qis moved forward, he observed the surrounding environment.
To his left is a cement building, and to his right is a vast flat land, with several clusters of uneven hills visible in the distance.
On the horizon, a few raised ash particles are embedded in the increasingly gloomy sky, like festering herpes, and they seem to be graves.
"After you take me there, will you stay and cook with me?" Qisi put his hand on the destiny pocket watch and asked the man who led the way.
The person turned around and said viciously: "No, don't even think about causing me to be punished by Ms. Medina again!" Chiss: "..."
It seems that the reputation of the "47" he played was not very good. Not only did he annoy the teacher, but he was also hated by his classmates...
Two seconds later, Qisi touched his face and pinched out a With an innocent expression: "Ms. Medina knows everything. You must be punishing you because you did something wrong. How could it be me who caused it?"
Ren Lian was shocked by Qisi's tea talk. He was silent for a long time before uttering a sentence: "Because you made a big mistake, all of us died."
"Is it the continuous sitting system or me? What disaster caused by the mistake?" Zeis asked.
"Because of you, all because of you..."
The face didn't answer the question.
It suddenly trembled violently and slowly turned to the hill on the right.
The expressions of sadness, fear, anger, pain, etc. are all mixed together on the same face, and the facial features are no longer distinguishable, like a large pool of water, constantly shrinking and expanding.
"We are all dead and buried in the soil..."
The human face murmured, and Zis turned his head uncontrollably and looked at the large hills on the right.
This time, the scenery there was every inch visible, and he could see it very clearly.
Small graves are scattered across the black soil, and broken and decayed wooden boards are stuck vertically in the soil, serving as scrawled tombstones.
The tombstone is deeply engraved with Arabic numerals from 1 to 50. Among them, a hole was opened in the grave marked "47", and a dark coffin was exposed in the pit.
Red, green, and green colors flashed rapidly in front of our eyes, like an accelerated surveillance scene. Thousands of pedestrians in colorful clothes were walking quickly, exceeding the limit of the naked eye and then blurring into blurred blocks of color.
The feeling of suffocation ensued, and the space around me became sticky for an instant, as if the whole world had been repeatedly folded and pressed together by a pair of big hands.
The pictures of spring, summer, autumn and winter were placed in the same frame. Layers of translucent auxiliary colors were superimposed on a piece of paper, and the paint tray suddenly overturned.
Qisi held his breath, ready to activate the effect of the destiny pocket watch at any time, but the pressure on his body relaxed after it reached the extreme.
The color blocks flying at high speed on both sides of the field of vision slowed down, and gradually the outline of the human figure could be seen clearly.
With crowds of people wearing costumes of various eras walking around, Qisi was like a huge stone being thrown into the river, with the water gurgling around him on both sides, flowing unchanged forever.
As time passes by, all the mixed colors become more and more transparent, lighter and lighter, and finally disappear.
Chiss still maintained the posture of holding the pocket watch of destiny, standing on the cold concrete ground under the leaden sky.
The wet face turned around and said word by word: "On the 47th, Ms. Medina asked me to take you to the kitchen."
It seemed that it had completely forgotten what had just happened, and unconsciously repeated the lines it had said when it first met Zeiss.
The death point passed in a daze without using the effects of the props.
Qisi glanced at the graves in the distance again, and finally suppressed his imminent desire to commit suicide, and quietly followed the face leading the way.
The low kitchen building is getting closer and closer, casting a monster-like dark shadow in front of my eyes.
It is also made of cement, its surface is covered with dirty cracks, and the scars are filled with dust like insect eggs.
The door is open, and from the outside you can see the broken stove and dirty kitchen utensils inside. Just by looking at it, you can imagine the greasy feel.
Qisi lowered his head and saw a few bluish-white mushrooms growing tremblingly in the cracks in the cracked cement beside the door, like the hand bones of the undead struggling to stretch out, and the whole body. The school is equally lifeless.
After Renlian brought Qisi to the kitchen, he turned into a puddle of water and poured it on the cement floor, seeping in along the cracked gap, leaving only a small stain of slightly darker water.
Qisi waited for a while, but did not see anything unusual. He looked at the dirty kitchen with no place to stay, hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped in.
The stove is close to the skewed wall, and there is a rusty iron pot on it. The rust is covered with rust and the crying face, which can't be seen for a moment.
Next to the pot were three small bottles filled with viscous liquid. The dark solution inside was rolling with bubbles, much like the poison brewed by the witch in the fairy tale.
There is a huge wooden barrel on the left side of the stove, covered with a lid. There is a pile of things in the corner on the right that are covered with black cloth. You can't tell the specific category just by looking at the outline.
Chisi lifted up the black cloth in the corner.
Piles of mushrooms are growing in the corners. The big ones are as big as a human head, and the small ones are as big as fists. They are white or black. There is scar-like moss growing on the umbrella crown.
Qisi blinked, and the scene in front of him spread out in circles. When it settled down again, all the obviously poisonous mushrooms disappeared.
A variety of vegetables were piled where the mushrooms used to be. You could barely recognize them as Chinese cabbage, potatoes, and tomatoes, which were the most common ingredients.
Qisi turned back to the left and lifted the lid of the barrel.
What comes into view are densely packed tiny fingers, which can be seen to the naked eye as belonging to children. The muscles at the base of the bloody fingers were still twitching, as if they were aware of Qiss' gaze, and they squirmed one after another, as if they were going to climb out of the barrel and poke Qiss's eyes out in the next second.
Chis blinked again.
In the wooden barrel, the fingers that were originally full were gone, replaced by white rice, which was only half filled in the barrel.
"What I just saw, which one is real and which one is fake?"
"Is it ordinary ingredients that are created by ghosts and monsters to create terrifying hallucinations to scare players; or are weird ingredients disguised as normal?"
There are too few clues for Qis to make an accurate judgment.
But no matter what, there is always food to be made. No matter whether it kills people or not, it is impossible for the players to be completely annihilated.
Chis decided to forget about the strange things he saw before and treat the ingredients in the kitchen as ordinary ingredients.
Then he stared at the iron pot on the stove and fell into deep thought.
“Put the water first or the rice first?”
“How to cut the vegetables? Can potatoes, tomatoes and cabbage be stewed together?”
“Which bottle is better? Soy sauce, which bottle is vinegar? Do you need to add both?”
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