Chapter 172 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Seventeen) "Good children can only eat dirt if they don't want to eat."
Zhang Yiyu provided a lot of information like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.
Qisi almost understood that with the addition of Chen Lidong's team in this dungeon, at least three teams of players came in as a team.
Four members from Tingfeng Guild and two from Jiuzhou were all dispersed; if there were no errors in the team formation ring, it can basically be judged that there are at least two spaces in this copy.
What makes Qisi more concerned is that Chang Xu is also in this copy.
Thousands of people are randomly matched, and they often meet acquaintances. It is obviously a secret operation of some existence.
The so-called fairness and randomness are, in the final analysis, just a joke that was flattened and rounded by the rule makers.
Of course, objectively speaking, it makes sense to throw crickets into a cup during a cricket fight.
But that didn’t stop Qisi from feeling unhappy.
A person like Chang Xu is troublesome to keep around, troublesome to kill, and even more troublesome to have him hanging around in front of his eyes; and after going through two copies of "Rose Manor" and "Hopeless Sea", even if the other party is a fool, he will not It's so easy to be fooled.
What's more, hostility and even murderous intent may have been secretly growing.
The only good news is that Chang Xu is most likely not alone. There is probably a bystander from the Tingfeng Guild with him, and maybe a live broadcast.
If he wants to maintain his character, he must not dare to attack other players first in the dungeon.
Zhang Yiyu looked at Qisi and frowned. She couldn't help but swayed uneasily, wondering whether she should say something to explore her attitude.
Then he saw Qisi looking down at his watch, then looking up at her, pointing with his right hand at the corpse covered with mushrooms on the ground: "It's still early, so finish your meal as soon as possible."
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Zhang Yiyu was stunned and her eyes widened: "Huh? What did you say?"
Don't take eating corpses so naturally! Why are you more like a ghost than me?
Qis explained patiently: "There is no quicklime and hydrogen peroxide here. If you eat it cleanly, it will not leave traces."
Zhang Yiyu showed a hint of danger and blinked: " Why...why not leave any traces?"
"This person's death still has something to do with me. In order not to cause them any trouble, I can only deal with it cleanly." Qi. Si said it matter-of-factly, and then raised his eyelids to look into Zhang Yiyu's eyes, "So, do you want to help destroy this corpse, or do you want to die?"
"I...can't I just eat?"
Zhang Yiyu was about to cry, but felt that her future was gloomy -
What kind of existence did she give her soul to?
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At 7:50, Ms. Medina put down her chalk and left through the small door behind the blackboard without looking back.
The sound of "ta da" footsteps gradually faded away, and was soon drowned out by the sound of reading one after another.
She has undoubtedly gone far away, and it is estimated that she will not come back in a short time.
Even so, the players still did not dare to relax. They all put on serious expressions and read the lines on the blackboard aloud.
Qisi entered the cafeteria first and sat down in the corner, receiving looks from several players.
His expression did not change, and he read the English on the blackboard as if he were a good student.
He has not been to school for six years. Even when he was in school, his English scores were very poor. In addition, there was no need to use spoken English in daily life, so when he spoke, he had a very non-standard and weird accent.
But based on his character in this dungeon, this is normal - what's wrong with the aborigines who have just started learning English, and their pronunciation is a little weird?
The players did not become suspicious and continued to pretend to read and recite the text.
Not long after, Zhang Yiyu came in silently carrying a strong smell of blood, wiping her tears and looking frightened.
The morning reading time is not over yet. Although the players have many questions, they do not dare to ask them at this moment. They can only indicate with their eyes and chant words absentmindedly.
Several people moved their lips and stared at the blood stains on the corners of Zhang Yiyu's lips, their eyes full of fear.
Finally, mushy dishes appeared out of thin air on the empty plates on the dining table, announcing that it was eight o'clock.
The sound of reading stopped suddenly, and the players exhaled tiredly, but no one dared to move rashly.
After Jiang Junjue entered Zhang Yiyu's house, she kept staring at her with squinted eyes.
Seeing that the girl still lowered her head and had no intention of speaking, he put out the cigarette between his fingers, stood up and walked over.
Before he could speak, Zhang Yiyu seemed to realize something and timidly murmured: "Boss, I...I seem to be cannibal..."
As soon as he said this, all the players looked at him intentionally or unintentionally. She, trying to see something from her.
There was a whisper of discussion. Jiang Junjue raised his hand and made a quiet gesture, still staring at the girl in front of him: "You killed someone?"
Zhang Yiyu seemed to be panicked. , shook his head repeatedly: "No... no! I didn't kill the person! I just suddenly felt very hungry and wanted to eat something, so I went out... I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I couldn't control myself at all. Walk into the archives step by step..."
"Archives?"
"Yes, the archives room. When I entered the archives room, I saw a lot of dirt piled at the door. I didn't know what I thought at the time, but I thought the dirt looked delicious, so I went up to eat some..." General Zhang Yiyu His head was buried lower, his voice was obviously trembling, "When I came back to my senses, I realized that my body was covered with blood; the thing in my mouth was not dirt, but... but..."
"Is it a corpse?" Jiang Junjue's already squinted eyes narrowed even further, "What you see is dirt, and what you eat is a corpse; or does the dirt turn into corpses as you eat it?"
"I don't know." Zhang Yiyu shrank her neck and started crying again, "I really don't know that it was a human being...I don't know what I was thinking at the time..."
Her words sounded disorganized, but the key information was very clear. Combined with the nursery rhymes the players heard on the first day, the answer seemed to be ready to come out.
“What does the first line of yesterday’s nursery rhyme mean? A good boy who doesn’t want to eat can only eat dirt. Doesn’t it mean that we really eat dirt?”
"I'm afraid the dirt in this dungeon is not simple. The guy's back was washed with dirt yesterday, and then he died..."
"Is it possible to think that dirt will appear on a person's body after death? , To become a 'good boy' you need to eat that dirt? Isn't this rounding up like cannibalism?" Players started talking, and their attention briefly turned away from Zhang Yiyu and turned to the analysis of the meaning of the nursery rhyme.
Zhang Yiyu's shoulders were still shaking a little, but she knew that she had passed the test.
She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Qiss, who was sitting in the corner.
The black-haired young man who put on the human skin mask again did not look at her, nor did he get involved in the discussion of the players. He just quietly dug into his mouth to dig vegetable paste. His drooping eyelashes cast a cluster of shadows on his eyelids, looking like he was free from the world. world outside.
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Half an hour ago, Qisi briefly repeated to Zhang Yiyu all the techniques used to get rid of suspicion, including the tone of each sentence and the need to use it. expression.
Zhang Yiyu listened blankly, and when Qisi asked, "Do you remember?", she shook her head as if she had just woken up from a dream.
Seeing that Qisi’s gaze became dangerous and her left hand covered the silver bracelet on her right hand, she burst into tears and cried: “It’s not that I can’t remember, I’m afraid that I won’t perform well... …I’m very stupid, I can’t do anything when I’m nervous…”
"Is that so?" Qisi tilted his head, seeming to be thinking.
Two seconds later, he made a decision and said with a bright face: "Then you are useless. If you live like this, it is better to die as soon as possible."
Young man There was palpable malice in his words, and his smile was as bloodthirsty as a hyena torturing its prey.
The shadow of a golden leaf was suspended on his right side. The moment Zhang Yiyu noticed it, she realized that it was her soul.
Qisi raised his right hand, held the blade in his hand, and slowly tightened his fingers.
Zhang Yiyu felt as if her whole body was being grasped by an invisible hand. The hand exerted force from all directions with unquestionable strength, squeezing her tighter and tighter, almost crushing her from head to toe.
Breathing seemed to be a burden, pain crawled all over her body from all angles, death was close at hand, and her thoughts were crushed into powder. She was trembling, begging incoherently, and she burst into tears at some point. Flow all over face.
Just when Zhang Yiyu thought she was going to die, she felt the pressure on her body relax.
I saw Qisi put down his hand, and the golden leaves disappeared in a wave of his hand.
The young man put his hands in his pockets, smiled and said: "Very good, this is the state, keep it."
Zhang Yiyu's legs were still shaking uncontrollably.
Qisi sighed: "What are you afraid of? I promised to let you live. As long as you don't break the contract first, what can I do to you?"
Zhang Yiyu naturally knows this. It makes sense, but the leader of the contract has always had the prerogative to explain the terms. Who knows whether Qisi will catch one of her mistakes in the future and crush her to death?
On the way back to the cafeteria, Zhang Yiyu sobbed and asked: "If I tell them this wrong information, will they be led astray?"
Qisi turned his head to look at her, like Seemingly puzzled: "What does that matter? We just want them all to die. Only dead people can't talk, right?"
"Once the news about your cannibalism is spread, the investigation bureau must know what happened. Do you think you still have hope of freedom? Or are you willing to risk your life for the lives of these unrelated people?" The future?"
The young man suddenly raised his lips and smiled maliciously: "Of course, whether they live or die has nothing to do with me. After all, I have never aroused their suspicion. Everything depends on you—— You just need to tell me what you want."
Zhang Yiyu was silent because she knew exactly what choice she would make.
In the final analysis, she is a selfish person. Although she does not take the initiative to harm others, when life and death are at stake, she never cares about other people's lives...
The answer is clear , but Qisi insisted on waiting for someone to say it himself.
He was like a devil putting weights on the scales, and continued to persuade: "Don't look at me like this. In the final analysis, all this is because of your poor behavior. If you can clean up the blood stains and deceive them again, They don't have to die."
"Now, either you live or they live, there is never the best of both worlds."
< br>After a long silence, Zhang Yiyu bit her lips and finally said those words: "I want to live..."
"I want to let them die."
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"Good children need to eat dirt. Dirt is a corpse. We won't let us kill each other in the future, right?"
"Don't be so pessimistic. There may not be a possibility of living together..."
"So what does the nursery rhyme mean?"
The players communicated for a while, but couldn't come up with a reason.
After talking all morning, their mouths were a little dry. They looked at the juicy dishes in front of them, and with the mentality of "having something to eat sooner or later", they all picked up their bowls and started sipping.
The taste of the food is as indescribable as yesterday's dinner, but considering that it can't kill a person, it doesn't seem so unacceptable.
At this time, the players almost all knew who made this table of dark dishes, and they all cast resentful glances at Qiss.
Qisi Ruo didn't realize it and finished his portion of the meal. Then he walked to the sink with his bowls and chopsticks in hand and rinsed them against the faucet that was extremely inconsistent with the era and the background of the copy.
The sound of rushing water sounded indifferently, separating him from the players who were still dining behind him, revealing a bit of desertedness and loneliness.
On the other side, Zhang Yiyu stared at the food in front of her, but she had no appetite. The feeling of fullness brought back bad memories. When she was awake, she thought of the taste of the corpse again, and her face turned pale again.
Jiang Junjue was always paying attention to her expression. When he saw her hesitating, he thought she was immersed in the psychological shadow of accidentally eating someone, so he sat down and comforted her: "Let the past go by, just treat it as a dream. You have to eat breakfast even if you don’t want to, otherwise I’m afraid it will violate the rules.”
Zhang Yiyu nodded and took small bites of the food in her mouth with a grimace.
Just after getting out of one crisis, she fell into new troubles.
"Si Qi" and Chang Xu were at odds with each other. Will he hate Wu Ji Wu and use her as a meat ticket?
No, she is already a prostitute; will she be ripped off next?
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