Chapter 173 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (18) "Aboriginal Witchcraft"
The players finished their breakfast one after another, went to the sink to wash the dishes and chopsticks, and put them back in their original places.
Jiang Junjue stopped paying attention to Zhang Yiyu, who was still crying. He walked to the center of the crowd and said with half-squinted eyes: "The main mission is to kill Ms. Medina. Now you might as well tell me if there is anything on you that can be greatly improved. The props of force are not large, but small ones are fine.”
The meaning of this is very clear. No matter how unwilling the players are to face it, they must start to consider taking action against Ms. Medina.
People may die while completing the main mission, but if you don’t complete the mission, there is a high probability that you will die until only the last one is left.
"No matter how powerful a weapon is, it's hard to say it's useful. If the main NPC is so easy to kill, how can those weapons in the mall be sold out?" Chen Lidong sneered, "Taking a step back, who dares to attack her first? Who dares to do it? Leng Tou Qing can’t survive now.”
Jiang Junjue lit up another cigarette, took a sip, and smacked his lips: “If we can’t, let’s go together then… Well, I said it casually, to be honest. "Yes, if I hadn't been able to find a few effective clues until now, I wouldn't have thought that this was a dungeon that needed to be hunted and killed..."
His voice stopped suddenly, his expression suddenly became serious, and he held his hand He also threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on the sole of his shoe.
The players followed his line of sight and saw Ms. Medina, dressed in black gauze, standing silently at the door, a pair of small gray eyes staring at everyone eerily.
"11, 25, 41." She reported three numbers.
Three players in the crowd suddenly turned pale, one froze in place, and the other two kept lowering their heads, almost hoping to check the numbers on their chests over and over again, as if they could tell if they took just a few more glances. Different numbers come.
Ms. Medina's cold gaze swept across them one after another, and two seconds later she coldly uttered a sentence: "You three go to the solitary room by yourselves."
The three players instantly As if his limbs were controlled by an invisible force, he walked straight towards the entrance of the cafeteria, no different from the player who died on the first day.
One of the white women turned her head and looked at a tall black man not far away with pleading eyes. Her lips trembled and she didn't know what she wanted to express, but she couldn't pronounce a single sound.
Struggle flashed across the black man's face. At the moment when the white woman was about to cross the threshold, he finally yelled, picked up a black mace and rushed towards Ms. Medina.
It seemed that the adrenaline generated while running brought him courage. He still had time to give the woman a reassuring smile: "Lucy, I will kill that old woman right now!"
However, the next second, He was frozen in place like a sculpture. The flesh on his head cracked open like a huge eye. A dozen yellow butterflies flew out from the blood vessels with fluttering wings. They died in an instant and fell to the ground. .
The tender green vines as thick as the little finger followed closely behind, and the moment they broke through the flesh, they bloomed into small goose-yellow flowers. One after another, they piled up on the body surface, and soon fell from the top of the head to the side of the face. Seal his entire head.
More and more eyes opened on his body, spitting out tens of thousands of yellow flowers, densely covering his whole body without leaving a single gap. He stood motionless, gradually losing his human form and becoming a pile of corpses of flowers and butterflies.
From beginning to end, he didn't make any sound, as silent as a lizard drowned in the deep sea.
The white woman called "Lucy" witnessed all this with only a blank look in her eyes. Together with the other two players, she was controlled to walk out of the door and disappeared into the corner wall.
"Gather in the classroom before ten o'clock." Medina said a word and followed the three players without looking back, like a guard escorting a prisoner.
Qisi looked at the backs of three people and one NPC, raising his eyebrows slightly.
He always felt that Ms. Medina's performance was very contradictory. She could kill a player lightly, but she didn't seem to hate children.
That is more like an attitude towards small animals in captivity. If they are not obedient, they will be punished or killed. If they are obedient, they will be left to fend for themselves.
The players were all shocked by the tragic death of their companions. They looked at the scene with their eyes, nose, nose, and heart, and did not even dare to express their anger.
The previously discussed plan of "cooperating to kill Ms. Medina" came to nothing. To attack her first would be to lose one's life. No one is willing to test the NPC's strength with their own lives.
The main mission is clearly hanging on the system interface, and it seems impossible to complete without new clues. In contrast, the guaranteed death toll mechanism seems to be the most realistic option...
After a full minute, there was gradually a more obvious sound of breathing in the air.
Chen Lidong looked at the body that was covered with yellow flowers and shouted at Jiang Junjue: "This NPC is indeed unkillable. We together may not be able to beat her..."
Jiang Junjue suddenly said: "They entered the office last night without knocking on the door."
He moved his feet and picked up the cigarette that had only been smoked on the ground again, seeming a little reluctant to let it go: "The rules say to Always respect the teacher and knock on the door before entering the office. They probably think that there is no need to obey if there is no one inside, but in this damn copy, does it really mean that there is no one there? "
A Dai? The player with earrings asked suspiciously: "How do you know they didn't knock on the door?" "I saw it." Jiang Junjue threw the cigarette on his hand to the ground again, "I also went to the office last night. I entered first. I knocked on the door out of habit. They followed me and didn’t knock at that time. I thought it was nothing, so I didn’t remind them.”
Before the other players raised questions, he continued: "I have some clues about yesterday's nursery rhyme. After a person dies, yellow flowers and yellow butterflies will grow on the body. After a while, these will turn into soil, attracting so-called 'good children' to eat."
He undoubtedly incorporated the misleading information provided by Zhang Yiyu into his reasoning. In the absence of clues, the erroneous puzzle pieces that are both plausible and closely related can easily be applied in the analysis in a hasty manner.
Qisi knew that Jiang Junjue was not as kind as he appeared. He did not remind other players to knock on the door and encourage the players to attack Ms. Medina. He may not have had the intention of letting people test the death point.
As for him stating the untenable inference at this moment, maybe it is also misleading - who knows?
Chen Lidong asked coldly: "You said you went to the office last night, so you shouldn't have found nothing, right?"
"Yes, of course you have." Jiang Junjue turned around Walking towards the door of the cafeteria, "But there is a lot of content. After I copied it down last night, I found a place to hide it. If you are interested, follow me back to the third floor."
He walked to the door, as if he remembered something, and turned around and said: "There seem to be classrooms on the second and fourth floors. Ms. Medina asked us to gather in the classroom before ten o'clock. You'd better check it out in advance. By then, Don’t make a mistake.”
A few players followed Jiang Junjue without leaving a trace, eager to find out what the clues were in the office.
Chisi kept in mind his NPC identity and reminded him from the sidelines at the right time: "Ms. Medina will divide the classrooms according to numbers. Please be careful not to go wrong, otherwise Ms. Medina will be angry."
He passed Jiang Junjue and went upstairs without showing any interest in the clues. He seemed to be just an NPC who couldn't understand the conversation of the players.
Jiang Junjue looked at the back of the "young man's" head moving away and narrowed his eyes.
Was his suspicion wrong? Isn't this NPC pretending to be a player?
Think about it, "Youth 47" is obviously an aborigine, he is very familiar with Ms. Medina, and he has provided many effective clues, so there can be no problem.
Even if it’s really a player, it’s okay. He gives up the opportunity to obtain clues in order not to be suspected. He is just a young boy who cares about his head and body...
"Jiang...Brother Jiang, I Can I go upstairs with you?" Zhang Yiyu came to Jiang Junjue's side at some point and said pitifully, "I feel that this copy seems to be related to language and characters. I am a Chinese language and literature major, maybe I can help..." < br>
“No problem, thank you in advance!” Jiang Junjue agreed readily.
After seeing the girl's red and swollen eyes, he blamed himself and said: "I promised to take care of you, but this happened. Oh, I'm so sorry..."
Zhang Yiyu took a breath Nose, he kept shaking his head: "It's okay, it's okay. Thank you, boss, for taking me!"
...
Qisi went up to the second floor, entered the dark classroom one by one, and fumbled through every room. I finally found a desk with a "47" notch on the corner.
He sat down on the shabby chair next to him, called up Zhang Yiyu's soul blade in the void, and held it in his hand.
After turning Qijia Village into a ghost land, the rich evil stimulated the growth of contract authority, and his control over the soul leaves further strengthened.
This enhancement manifests itself in reality as the ability to see the movements of the souls of one’s subordinates; in the dungeon, it manifests as the ability to transmit information more conveniently and meticulously.
Not long ago, he silently ordered Zhang Yiyu through the soul blade: "Follow Jiang Junjue and tell me the clues he found in the office."
At this moment, when he holds the soul At the moment when the leaves flickered, a rectangular picture frame was outlined by golden vines in the black palace of thought, and a yellowing picture appeared inside.
He watched the players marching upstairs, watched them stop at the top of the stairs, watched Jiang Junjue squat down, lift up the floor tiles, and take out yellowed pages...< br>
It was clearly a series of letters.
One party is Ms. Medina, and the other party is "Mr. Barron".
This Mr. Barron was at odds with Mr. Tolson, so he bypassed him and directly gave orders to Ms. Medina, and there were many verbal frictions.
One of the most eye-catching phrases in the letter is -
The witchcraft of aboriginal people.
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