Chapter 164 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (9) "He saw the portrait of that person"
[Dungeon name: "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School"]
[Dungeon type: Team Survival]< br>
[Preliminary reminder: Disasters happen repeatedly, survival is not easy; living is a kind of luck, death is destiny]
In front of a huge cement building, Chang Xu stood solemnly, glancing left and right. After walking around for a while, I didn’t see my teammates.
He had a vague intuition: This dungeon might be very complicated, and the main mission was no longer the simple and straightforward "survive for a few days" or "escape from here".
And it will be... he is least good at solving puzzles.
In the silence, the narration sounded faintly in the ears:
[In the long years, the demise of a race is silent; the remains of civilization are annihilated in the flames of war, and there is no way to prove its existence]< br>
[Some people call it tragedy, and some people call it great; death is eternal, but disaster is eternal]
[The bones of the deceased rot on the ground, and the victor’s inscription rises from the ground. Does commemoration have any meaning? 】
[Visitors, welcome to the Memorial Hall of the Aboriginal Victims]
Chang Xu frowned slightly.
Shouldn't it be "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School"? What the hell is a "memorial hall"?
He raised his head and saw a line of English engraved on the plaque of the cement building.
After he stared at it for two seconds, the English line was translated as "Memorial Hall for the Victims of Aboriginal People" and hit the system interface.
The building itself is indeed not in the style of a school. The cement outer wall has been painted with white paint, solemn and pale like a withered tomb.
The light gray glass door is embedded in the wall, and there are three stone steps paved with marble in front of the door, leading to Chang Xu's feet.
The only thing related to the term "red maple leaf" is the large maple forest surrounded by buildings.
As Chang Xu's eyes move, he senses the sight, hearing, and touch belonging to this scene inch by inch. The sense of reality is rendered and applied to him layer by layer. The barriers to unfamiliar scenes quickly fade away. It seemed that he didn't appear suddenly, but had already planned his way along.
It was late autumn, and large areas of dead branches were bare, with only a few dead leaves stubbornly hanging on the branches. Maple leaves as red as blood covered the cement floor far and near, making a trampled sound like a burning fire.
Chang Xu lowered his eyes and watched the maple leaves on the ground being stepped on and kicked aside. It seemed that many pedestrians were walking over them.
But the strange thing is that he didn't see a single figure from beginning to end, as if... he was imprisoned alone in a lonely alien space.
"This friend, are you Chang Xu?" came a Wen Zou Zou's voice from behind, which sounded quite young.
Chang Xu turned his head in response and saw a young man in a white coat and flat-rimmed glasses walking towards him from the maple forest with a warm smile on his face: "I'm listening to the wind and dreaming. The full name is 'Tingfeng Guild's Dream Talk', you can call me Dream Talker by the way, I won't say my real name because it doesn't sound good."
The title "Listen to the Wind and Tell Dreams" is not famous, but it is not unfamiliar either. He is quite active in the strategy section of the game forum, at least Chang Xu has heard of it.
As for whether the person in front of me is actually him or not, there is no way to verify it.
Seeing that the man who claimed to be a "dream teller" was about to come within a five-meter radius, Chang Xu said calmly: "I started the live broadcast. If you come over again, you will catch me."< br>
Shuimeng was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react. He smiled nonchalantly: "Well, I know, I have also studied... and seen you. This kind of thing is nothing. I have also started a live broadcast. Just for fun."
Chang Xu nodded, ignored the dream, turned around and stepped onto the steps in front of the memorial hall, about to go in.
Suimeng was shocked when he saw this, and quickly grabbed Chang Xu's clothes: "Hey, don't be so impulsive. Door killing and fake doorways are common tricks in weird games. You can't even guard against it. There are only two of us here. If something happens to you, you are not far from Liangliang."
Chang Xu stopped calmly and raised his eyebrows at him: "There are only two of us here. ?"
"Yes." Shuimeng nodded, "To be honest, I came in with three friends, and now they are all gone. I tried various communication methods, but I can't contact them. They. I guess you and I were separated into this space for some reason."
Seeing Chang Xu lower his eyes in thought, he continued: "This place gives me a very strange feeling, specifically. I can’t tell you why, but it’s not good anyway. I suggest you not to act rashly. We can be more cautious and review the known information together first...”
“Two tourist friends, welcome to the Aboriginals. Memorial Hall for the Victims, I am your tour guide for this tour." A rich female voice sounded from afar, interrupting the conversation between the two.
The two of them looked in the direction of the sound.
A middle-aged woman wearing black gauze and dressed as a nun walked over holding a small red flag and stepping on the red maple leaves.
She also has a speaker on her waist, which is the style of recent years.
The woman stood at the door of the memorial hall and gave a polite smile to Chang Xu who was closest to her: "'Medina', this is the name shared by our family. They all call me 'Ms. Medina' ', you can also call it this."
The words touched his intuition, and Chang Xu asked nonchalantly: "What is the relationship between your family and this land? Someone is at the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School..."< br>
Shuo Meng covered his mouth and showed a kind smile to the woman: "It is really a pleasure to have a beautiful lady like you as a tour guide. Before entering the memorial hall, I wonder if you can introduce it to us. Can you tell us about the overview and history of this place?”
“I was going to introduce these to you while you were visiting.” The woman glanced at Chang Xu, who was asking questions with her eyes, and smiled in a friendly manner. Laughing, "But I can give you a general introduction. I believe you have done some strategies in this area before coming here and know something about it."
Shuimeng looked solemn and acted like he was all ears.
The woman narrated: "This used to be a boarding school. It was first built in the 19th century. It took in many aboriginal children and taught them advanced knowledge and culture. My grandmother and great-grandmother They all taught here, and my great-grandmother was one of the first teachers.”
“They hope to help aboriginal children live better, but unfortunately due to some misunderstandings and various misunderstandings. The reason for feeling sorry is that most of the children who came to the school got sick and died, and the old school site was destroyed once and was not rebuilt until the last century.”
"After entering this century, in order to commemorate those poor children and promote understanding and unity among different races, the Federation converted the school into a memorial hall to preserve some historical materials left at that time for future generations to view."
The plain narration has no waves, but anyone with a discerning eye can hear the blood-drenched horror behind it.
The death has already occurred. After the life is gone, what use will any amount of commemoration be to the person concerned?
Of course, neither of them likes the Virgin Mary who is sad about spring and autumn. It is not enough to sympathize with themselves, and there is no room to sympathize with the NPCs in the background board of the dungeon.
Chang Xu looked at the woman's light brown complexion and asked: "What race are you?"
The woman was stunned, and after two seconds she said with a hint of bitterness: "I have forgotten the name of our ethnic group. Many things on this land have no names, right? But I know that the aborigines here and I belong to The same race."
Waving the guide flag in her hand, she walked into the memorial hall, no longer giving the players time to ask questions: "You two, please follow me. The memorial hall is very big and there are many things on display. "Please don't get lost." Chang Xu and Shuo Meng looked at each other and followed the woman who was leading the way without hesitation.
The first floor of the memorial hall is a huge flat floor. At a glance, no other tourists can be seen.
In the empty venue, dozens of glass cabinets are arranged in a ring, displaying various utensils. Some yellowed papers can be seen in the distance, which are probably what the woman calls "historical materials."
There is mist on the glass cabinet from time to time, as if a curious child is lying on it to breathe, and a few greasy fingerprints can be vaguely seen wandering on the glass surface.
This memorial hall seems to be full of people, but they can't be seen or touched.
The woman walked to a wall, raised her hand and pointed. The sound was amplified through the speaker, distorted and dissociated: "You two, come and take a look. These are the children who died in the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. They are lucky There are still images left on the ground, and there are many more unfortunate children who have nothing left behind."
"Many people really died back then..."
Chang Xu looked up. go.
On the gray-black stone wall, hundreds of photos were densely embedded in the wall. Faces as gray as tombstones faced him coldly, and their soulless eyes stared straight at him.
There is a photo with very bright colors, showing the face of an adult man, his eyes full of fear.
Chang Xu looked around based on that photo.
He noticed that among the hundreds of photos of children, there were 29 photos of adults, both male and female, of different races and from all over the world.
Chang Xu looked at the photos one after another, and a very familiar face suddenly caught his eye.
The delicate face, soft eyebrows and thin lips are clearly Qisi!
He walked over and saw the number in the lower right corner of the photo -
"47".
......
"47, in your impression, has Ms. Medina ever been injured or sick?"
After seeing the main mission of [Killing Ms. Medina], Jiang Junjue asked Qis beside him casually.
Qisi stared at the remaining soil in the water, looking frightened.
After a while, he said in a recalling tone: "Maybe she has. I remember she fell down the stairs once and bled a lot. She was in a bad mood at that time and was punished several times. A classmate."
The players silently wrote down the information:
First, Ms. Medina can be injured, and her physical fitness is similar to that of a human. It is not impossible to kill her. Task.
Second, after Ms. Medina is injured, she will enter the second stage and punish the students more frequently. Therefore, you must strike carefully and strive to kill in one blow.
The group of people walked out of the bathroom and met the players waiting outside. They saw solemnity on each other's faces.
NPCs in official pool dungeons are usually unkillable by players. The task of killing a certain NPC is very rare. There is very little experience on the forum, and there is no paradigm to learn from.
What's more, the death of the player who was imprisoned in the confinement room is still vivid in his mind. Who knows whether in the process of attacking Ms. Medina, he will be imprisoned by her in the same way, and then die miserably. die.
Players vaguely remember the opening scene of the dungeon. Ms. Medina only said one sentence and controlled the players to walk to the confinement room on their own.
Although the two Ms. Medina look different, who knows if the current Ms. Medina will have similar abilities?
Outside the bathroom, Jiang Junjue narrated what happened in the bathroom in a concise and concise manner, making the players who had not taken a shower even more uneasy.
There is indeed a ghost in the bathroom, and someone has just died. How can I react to it no matter what I think?
But under the rules, they have no room to retreat.
After all, the remaining twenty people were divided into men and women, and finished the bath slowly.
It seems that all the dangers of the day were spent on the first trip, and the players did not encounter any abnormalities in the next two trips.
Jiang Junjue lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, saying vaguely: "I have a guess about the cause of that man's death. He may not have died in confinement, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until now to die. In front of us. It was probably the dirt on his back that killed him. Please be careful not to get dirty."
"It's not possible that he died in front of us. It's to trigger the main mission," Chen Lidong objected.
He knew in his heart that Jiang Junjue's conclusion that "you won't die in confinement" was to dispel the players' fear and make them dare to attack Ms. Medina.
As a "philanthropist" who is not affected by school rules, Chen Lidong prefers players to maintain their previous fear.
In this way, only he dares to take action, and the performance score of the copy will definitely be much higher.
He analyzed in a serious manner: "Because someone died in confinement, we were afraid and felt that if we didn't take action, we would be dead, so we wanted to kill Ms. Medina. This makes sense. Otherwise, we Why are these students going out to kill people?"
Zhou Datong on the side asked blankly: "But 47 came out of the solitary room, didn't he die?"
"Are you stupid? Huh?" Chen Lidong's eyes twitched, "Can NPCs and players be the same?"
Jiang Junjue laughed: "It's all speculation anyway, who knows if it's right or wrong. Let's go back to the dormitory early. .”
He exhaled a puff of smoke, yawned profusely, and wandered towards the stairs on the side of the bathroom.
The players looked at each other and followed them vigorously.
The old iron stairs are very rusty and make a creaking noise when you step on them, sounding like they will fall apart at any time.
As usual, Qisi walked at the end of the team, brushing off the folds of his school uniform.
What he caught in his eyes, he looked down and saw a red maple leaf-shaped emblem on the chest of the school uniform, with the number "47" written in black pen underneath.
Ziss remembered that when he first saw this school uniform in the solitary room, it had no patterns on it.
When did this outfit change?
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dedication| Wiping tears)
(End of this chapter)