Chapter 167 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (12) "They all suffer from insomnia"
Chis climbed down the stairs in the dark, his eyes gradually adapted to the dim environment, and he was able to see objects vaguely .
He stood on the first floor and saw a halo of light escaping from the crack in the door in the direction of the office. He listened carefully to a few lowered voices, which seemed to be discussing the contents of the copy.
A few players were one step ahead of him and had already entered the office to explore.
The light in the office flickers on and off, not like a lamp, but like a bonfire. Apparently a player took advantage of the rule "no lights allowed" and lit a fire to serve as lighting. .
I don’t know if Ms. Medina will be furious tomorrow if she smells the residual smoke after the fire burned.
Qisi passed by quietly, walked straight across the office, and walked to the archives room aside.
In team games, the advantage depends not only on the amount of information mastered, but also on the rarity of the information. It seems that the items in this copy can be put into the backpack and put into the item slot.
When all the players rushed into the office, he no longer had the first-mover advantage. It was better to find another way and hide some key clues elsewhere in advance.
Qisi pulled out the thin wire from his bracelet, pried open the door lock of the archives room, and pushed the door open.
Rows of iron bookcases are crowded together, and the narrow aisle can only accommodate one person.
The bookcases are filled with all kinds of books, some of which have tattered corners and broken ulcers on their spines; some of them look new and colorful, and it is impossible to distinguish the specific contents. .
Qisi finally understood what the players who explored for the first time meant by saying "there are too many files to read".
With such a complicated book list, even a person who is accustomed to reading will be intimidated and will not know where to start for a while; not to mention that most players are exhausted and have no patience to start from scratch. Find answers.
No, to be more precise, these books may not be for players to read at all.
Qiss made a rough estimate and found that there were probably several thousand books in the archives. Even if all the players gathered here and studied together, each person would only read a hundred books.
Even if you only stay on each page for two seconds, it still takes a lot of time to see if the text will be refreshed on the system interface.
It is simply impossible for the dungeon to give players so much safe time to engage in reading.
It is even more impossible to find truly useful books from these books.
Not to mention that the light is too dark now and I can't see anything clearly; even in the daytime, facing this pile of books with no regular appearance, I don't dare to judge the value of the books arbitrarily from their titles.
As for randomly picking out a book...
In a game that emphasizes "fairness", Ziss doesn't think the copy will let luck account for too much.
So, either the answer is not in the book; or there are other ways for players to obtain the information contained in the book more easily.
Already here, Qisi simply got into the bookcase and groped through it inch by inch to determine whether there was a hidden compartment.
Suddenly I touched a piece of paper between my fingers. It felt rough to the touch, and it was particularly awkward when caught in the gap between the bookshelf.
Zeiss pulled out the page with two fingers and held it up to his eyes.
After he stared for two seconds, the writing on the page appeared on the system interface.
Chis narrowed his eyes.
......
Nobuhiro Yamakawa held a lighter and walked slowly along the corridor on the first floor with the help of a spark of fire.
He originally didn't want to go out and explore at night, but the other players in the dormitory left without explanation, leaving him alone with the dormitory full of ghosts staring at him.
Although he knew that as long as he did not violate the rules, those ghosts and monsters could do nothing to him, but being stared at by so many faces that could trigger the uncanny valley effect, he still couldn't help but feel restless.
Unable to fall asleep and unable to stay in the dormitory, Nobuhiro Yamakawa thought for a long time and finally went out slowly.
After all, all the roommates have left. Based on probability, it is more dangerous to stay where they are.
Nobuhiro Yamakawa walked cautiously towards the office. The further he walked, the more uneasy he became.
There was a faint firelight flickering between the cracks in the office door, which was reminiscent of wildfires in the forest. From time to time, there were a few inaudible conversations, just like the legendary ghosts walking at night.
In reality, Nobuhiro Yamakawa is an ordinary college student. He is born with poor health and is sick all day long. He will collapse when the wind blows.
Before entering the spooky game, he believed that there were ghosts in the world, and he often encountered various supernatural events such as gods hiding and ghosts breaking through walls.
Walking in the darkness, he couldn't help but start to think about all kinds of weird stories, such as the slit girl, the green lantern... As time went by, the fear in his heart grew bit by bit, almost To engulf him.
He bravely moved forward, but he crossed the office stiffly and stopped at the door of the archives room.
He leaned against the cold iron door of the archives room, breathing in more air than in. He tried his best to tell himself not to think too much in order to calm his anxious heart.
A small "squeaking" sound like cracking bones rang in his ears, and the ground suddenly disappeared from his back, and Nobuhiro Yamakawa stumbled backwards.
He was about to scream when a cold hand covered his mouth.
Before he could react and struggle, a clear male voice whispered at a very fast speed: "I am a player."
As long as he is a player...
Nobuhiro Yamakawa breathed a sigh of relief, his fear subsided a little, his tense muscles relaxed, and his whole body was sore and limp as if he had just undergone a strenuous exercise.
He shook his head slightly and nodded again, indicating that he would not bark.
The man holding him took back the hand covering his mouth, took a step back, and distanced himself from him.
He turned his head and looked over, only to see a young man with black hair looking at him seriously, putting his index finger between his lips and making a silencing gesture.
Nobuhiro Yamakawa didn't know what happened, but he was still infected by the serious and cautious attitude conveyed by the young man, and he became nervous unconsciously.
He was dragged into the archives room by the young man in a daze, and the lighter in his hand was taken away by the young man in a daze. Only belatedly did he realize that something was wrong - who was this person? Why should I listen to him?
Nobuhiro Yamakawa was about to ask a question when he looked up and saw the young man giving him a mysterious look, then picked up a book from the bookcase, lit it with fire, and threw it back.
The burning book fell to the foot of the bookcase and burst into orange flames the moment it came into contact with the flammable material.
The delicate tongue of fire rose along the layers of books, and the pages quickly curled up in the firelight, and then scattered into charred fragments that scattered and danced all over the sky.
The sky-high fireworks jumped like crazy, and the golden aftermath hit the ceiling and blackened a small area of the wall. The blazing heat burned the iron bookshelf red, making a strange crackling sound that made people feel sad.
In just a few seconds, all the books on the bookcase were burned.
Nobuhiro Yamakawa stared blankly at the bonfire lit by books in front of him, his mouth wide open, and it took him a long time to utter one word: "...Huh?"
No one spoke to explain his confusion.
The culprit who had just burned a cabinet of "Ladder of Human Progress" was in a good mood and stood aside to watch the progress of the flames.
Paper can be regarded as a good fuel, not to mention that there is a sufficient amount. The flames light up the entire room, and the visibility is even better than during the day for a short time.
Soon there was not even a piece of paper with words left in the iron cabinet. Only the remaining sparks squirmed unwillingly on the ashes, raising white smoke as long as silk threads.
Qisi glanced at it from a distance to make sure that no useful clues had been burned. He quickly walked to the next bookcase with a lighter, grabbed a book at random, and stretched out his claws.
"You...what do you want to do?" Nobuhiro Yamakawa finally came to his senses, tongue-tied, "And...and, who are you?"
"A brief introduction. "My name is Qi Wen, a free player. I have cleared ten dungeons. In this dungeon, my number is 50." Qisi said seriously, lit the book in his hand with a lighter, and threw it back into the bookcase as usual.
Flames soared into the sky again, illuminating the entire archives room as bright as day.
Qisi turned his back to the fire and looked at Nobuhiro Yamakawa with a calm gaze that was almost indifferent: "The information in this room is too messy and cumbersome. Burning some in advance can effectively reduce the workload, right? "
"Huh?" Nobuhiro Yamakawa stared at Qisi with his mouth wide open, feeling that there was too much to say.
These are all clues, just for convenience, just burn them?
Then I heard Zisi continue in an unchanging tone: "The most critical and core clues cannot be destroyed, because even if the guaranteed death toll mechanism is triggered, the level needs to be cleared in a logical way. So what can be destroyed must not be important.”
"It is impossible to read so many books in a short time, and the copies will not base the clues on the repetitive and ineffective work of reading a large amount of documents, so I tend to think that the existence of these books is a deception. Only by Only when all the complicated appearances are eliminated can we see the core truth."
Qisi's eyes were sharp and cold, giving his whole person the color of a high-IQ elite.
In a few seconds, Nobuhiro Yamakawa imagined an image of a geeky boss who was good at reasoning. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what Qiss said made sense.
He just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Qissi say again: "I asked you to come in because I want to borrow your lighter. After burning these books, if you have any objections to my behavior, you can go out and leave. Come on, go into the office and fish in troubled waters with those idiots. At least they won’t make decisions that are beyond your understanding.” , and set the bookcases in the room on fire in turn.
Under the blazing fire, his words were as cold as ice, and his tone was so harsh that there was no room for doubt.
Nobuhiro Yamakawa was stunned. At first he thought it was an eviction order, but after smacking it for two seconds, he felt that it didn't look like it.
You can leave if you have any opinions. On the other hand, you can stay as long as you don't raise any opinions.
Nobuhiro Yamakawa thought for a while and felt that it would be better to stay.
It has been determined that there is no danger in the archives, and there is a boss who looks not weak. The office next door looks quite scary. God knows if there is a ghost in it. Any fool knows where to choose.
At that moment, he bowed to Qisi: "Nobuhiro Shimoyamakawa, please take care of me!"
Qisi frightened the tool man, and when he looked back, he saw that the last bookcase had also been burned cleanly. .
He raised his hand and glanced at his destiny pocket watch. Only fifty-six seconds had passed since he lit the first bookcase.
He casually threw the lighter back into Nobuhiro Yamakawa's arms and retreated to the door leisurely.
Nobuhiro Yamakawa took the lighter and looked at Qiss who was already standing at the door without knowing why.
The next second, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if a knife had struck his head, forcefully prying his skull open.
His eyes widened, confused and frightened.
The bright red blood flowed down his cheeks, outlining the bright colors like Peking Opera facial makeup. He knew he was going to die, but he could do nothing. He could only throw himself forward and hit the ground after losing his life, splashing flying Dust, brains and blood.
The sticky juice like paint smeared into a ball at the wound. Until the last moment, he still didn't understand why he ended up like this.
Qisi quietly looked at the corpse that had lost half of its head out of thin air. He looked into the eyes that remained unblinking and smiled sincerely.
He leaned down and lifted up a piece of cloth from the corpse's chest, and sure enough, he saw the number "36" under the red maple leaf-shaped school badge.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, but kept moving. He took out the page he had found in the bookshelf from his pocket and lit it with the sparks in the embers.
Until the paper page blended into the black fragments and the writing could no longer be seen, he took out the handkerchief from his hiking bag with satisfaction and wiped his fingertips.
On the piece of paper that was burned, it was written:
[On April 7, 1869, the archives on the first floor of the school was set on fire, and the textbooks and many books were burned. After investigation, it was found that the aboriginal children were dissatisfied with the course content, so they entered the archives room at night and set fire to the books. 】
[After separate interrogations, it was still impossible to determine who the arsonist was. However, a box of leftover matches was found not far from the scene. After investigation, it was found that this box of matches belonged to No. 36. 】
[No. 36 insisted that he had no knowledge of the arson. His matches were stolen three days ago and should have been stolen by his companions to frame him. The teacher unanimously believed that he was telling the truth and advocated continuing to search for the real arsonist. If no results were found, the matter should be dropped. 】
【But Mr. Tolson feels that the stubborn aborigines must pay a price for this matter. Since it is unknown who the arsonist was, the same goes for executing the owner of the arson tool. The truth doesn't matter, just that it scares the natives. 】
Among the ashes that filled the archives room, there was a silvery-white iron box that stood out.
Qisi walked over, used a thin wire to pry open the lock on the iron box, and saw the neatly stacked text files inside.
The most eye-catching line seems to be——
“They all suffer from insomnia.”
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